Mommy’s Little Writing Lies
February 14, 2020 § 24 Comments
By Sandra Ebejer
I was sitting on the floor of my too-cluttered office, flipping through magazines in the name of “research,” when my six-year-old walked into the room.
“What are you doing, Mommy?”
“I’m just looking at magazines.”
“Oh, right, so you can try to make them better.”
My son is enormously proud of my work. Despite having never read my writing, he is staunch in his conviction that my talent is unparalleled and it’s just a matter of time before the rest of the world catches on.
I will admit I’m an ace when it comes to bedtime stories. Our nightly routine involves him providing me with two characters, typically superheroes, and me conjuring up some tale of good overcoming evil. He makes these caped crusaders as ludicrous as possible (“The bad guy is Captain Singer, who sings horribly, and the good guy is Super Fish Man, who uses fish as his powers”), and is astounded when I instantly pull together a yarn that would make Dav Pilkey weep. (For the unfamiliar, Pilkey is the author of the Captain Underpants and Dog Man series, and perhaps the only writer my son feels could rival my artistry.)
When he leaves for school in the morning, he asks what I plan to write that day. When he returns home six hours later, he expects to find a newly-completed novel on the kitchen counter—printed, bound, and wrapped in a full-color cover with my photo on the back. So far, I’ve staved off his disappointment by telling him books take a really, really long time to write but once I’ve finished my novel, he’ll be the first to read it.
The truth, though—what I can’t bring myself to tell him—is that Mommy hasn’t started writing a book. In fact, Mommy may never start writing one because much of the time, she feels like a hack.
Most days, I rarely accomplish anything. I’m busy, but it’s an empty, hollow busy that doesn’t equate to a sense of fulfillment or achievement. I would love to share the reality of my career with my little one, but what could I possibly say?
“Honey, writing is challenging and the idea of tackling an entire book scares Mommy to death. See, Mommy has nearly 70 drafts of essays, articles, and short fiction saved on her computer, most of which will probably never be finished. While you’re reading fun chapter books at school, Mommy is spending her time submitting pitch after pitch to editors and then hitting refresh on her browser in the hopes that just one of them will respond. When they don’t, Mommy drowns her sorrows in chocolate and famous author rejection letters, telling herself that if J.K. Rowling could make it big after being snubbed hundreds of times, then dammit, she will too. Then Mommy pops on over to Twitter to share her newfound, albeit brief, spark of confidence with her fellow #WritingCommunity members, ignoring the irony of crafting a Tweet about perseverance as a way to avoid actual writing. Then Mommy repeats the process. So, see, honey? A book is a bit out of Mommy’s league right now.”
I don’t want to tell my son this is how I spend my time. I can’t tell him Mommy is racked with crippling self-doubt and a persistent fear that her work will never be published. At least not until he’s in third grade.
So, for now, I hide my truth. My son thinks Mommy is writing a book. He thinks Mommy is fixing the magazines. He thinks Mommy is, and I quote, “The best storyteller in the world.”
Why ruin that narrative? I’ll go on playing the role of full-time writer extraordinaire. I’ll continue imbuing his made-up characters with life and craft bedtime stories full of tension, rich descriptions, and as much of a narrative arc as I can muster, given the limitations of a fish-wielding superhero. I won’t shush him when he tells his friends and teachers that “Mommy’s writing is in all the newspapers,” and I’ll nod and smile when he asks how my book is coming along.
I’ll let him continue to think I’m a top-notch writer whose talents know no bounds.
Because maybe, slowly, his unconditional confidence in my abilities will rub off on me, and someday I’ll think these things, too.
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Sandra Ebejer lives in upstate New York with her husband, son, and two cats who haven’t figured out how to get along. Her work has appeared in The Boston Globe, FLOOD Magazine, The Girlfriend from AARP, Motherfigure, Folks, 50-Word Stories, and Across the Margin. Read more of her work at www.sandraebejer.com.
i wish that fear of never being published would go away!
Another great place to procrastina–I mean, focus on the craft and fun of writing is thelitforum dot com. A wonderfully supportive hangout! Hope you come by 🙂
I haven’t heard of that site before! I’ll check it out. Thanks! 🙂
…on the other hand, the fish-hero story sounds delightful.
I bet when the novel does come it comes out in one big flood because of all that story-telling practice!
Sandra, I have the same self-doubt muse whispering in my ear. But I’m a big believer in “say it and do it until you make it come true.” So, keep on playing the role until it’s not an act. By the time your son is old enough to really understand, I predict his dreams for you will have come true.
That’s so kind of you to say. Thank you. I hope all the years of “fake it til I make it” pay off. 🙂
Sandra, I know your fear all too well. Still, with me, it just has to do with writing a novel, not with working an essay or article. Many years ago, I did have a few articles published. Now, I’m practicing through my blog in hopes of being published again. I just have to find the writing groove that I think will fit into a magazine or newspaper. At some point I will probably try to submit to Chicken Soup books. Is this a possibility for you?
Your writing is a breath of fresh air! And how blessed you are to have such a funny and devoted fan cheering you on. I’m sure your Book will come when the time is right!
I loved this piece! I’m writing a nonfiction book about a triple homicide and have been working on it for 11 years.:(. I understand how you feel! I’d appreciate your checking out my website truecrimemama.com. it’s about the book and why and how I’m writing it. Best of luck to you, mom-writer-storyteller.
It sounds as if you are creating a children’s book. Good luck with that.
Wow, Just wow, I am venturing into freelancing, and your story just gave me an insight into the world of a writer, thank you and you are doing great.
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Love the work
Extraordinary writing is the most pressure job in the world. But no one can’t give it’s pleasure….
So real. You’re certainly not alone in those moments of doubt and debilitating unproductivity.
I love to write in english and planned to translate my father’s true life stories.
But I have not started yet. For sure I would need editing too.I need to be motivated to start.
Your post brought to mind a meeting with my then young son’s new teachers, wherein after finding that I was not a famed neuroscientist, told me that my son had described me as “someone important with the brain.” This was largely based on my spending all my time at the bookstore flipping through Science mags. 🙂
it’s nice, i like it
You are your son’s hero , don’t give up he’s waiting on your finished material !
Love it!
Thank you for inspiring me! Enough said.
I don’t know about your nascent novel, but this piece is touching and real – which has got to bode well.
Welcome my dear. I hope everything is going well.
On Fri, Feb 14, 2020, 3:09 PM BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog wrote:
> Guest Blogger posted: “By Sandra Ebejer I was sitting on the floor of my > too-cluttered office, flipping through magazines in the name of “research,” > when my six-year-old walked into the room. “What are you doing, Mommy?” > “I’m just looking at magazines.” “Oh, right, so you c” >
I’ve had about a total of an hour to write in about five minute chucks because now I’m a cook and a maid who feels more like a slave.