Many of us have to, or choose to; rather, combine a writing career with children and a significant other. Or other constellations that make big demands on time and headspace. Trying to plot a novel in your head while someone small and gorgeous and loud says ‘Mommy’ (over and over and over) is, ahem, slightly demanding. Sometimes it drives me outright insane. It’s not like you can switch either off- the novel or the kids. A lot of people, mostly non-writers, are of the conviction that one can just not work while the kids are around, sitting down prettily for a few hours here and there when it’s convenient. Except…It doesn’t work like that, not for me at least. Working on a novel is like living in two worlds at once, so switching it off is actually like switching the world off.
Writing a novel does seem to be a legitimate, even admired kind of insanity at times. It must be one of the hardest jobs to combine with any other kind of life, though, in its relentless demand of headspace, emotional involvement and hours of uninterrupted thinking (fat chance…)
I should have put a question mark in the title, because it’s hardly as if I have an answer to this one.