How on earth does she do it?

Louise Dean, for example. Louise writes books. For a living. Witty books. Sharply drawn characters. Profound observations. Acerbic asides. She wins prizes.

Louise also has a house full of children, a thriving sideline in perfectly prim pottery , a glorious smile and beautiful nails.

( I get to compete on the children front 😉 )

Right now, at the start of the school holidays, sitting at my desk writing feels about as successful an activity as writing postcards home from the deck of the Titanic. Creatively, I am staggeringly ill-disciplined.  If I am fortunate, a poem will arrive almost perfectly formed, and its tight economy of words will delight me. This happens about once a year or so.  Now, I am having to create something much larger and entirely new to me, and it’s getting in the way of family life. Or the family is getting in the way of it.

So this is what I mean. It’s ten thirty in the morning and so far my essential iceberg avoidance has included:

Taking teenager to train station for early train (work experience)

Putting the first load of laundry out on the line. It is July, after all.

Moving the hen run so that they don’t drown when the Flood comes

Pulling a few weeds on the way back from the hens

Looking at the rain clouds and wondering why I hung the washing out

Drinking large mug of coffee

Calling No2 son ( who has Grade 8 clarinet exam on Saturday) to get up

Realising I have a blog post to write

Putting next washing load on despite the drizzle, and pouring second cup of coffee

(At this point, Dear Reader, my peaceful early morning creativity has evaporated into mist).

Now stressed from caffeine rush. Yell at son to get up. Go to take His Nib’s car to garage for its service and MOT. Realise HN has taken car to station. Again. Ring HN to vent frustration point out his teensy mistake. Ring nice local garage man to apologise and to rebook HN’s car.

Make third cup of coffee and sit down at computer. Realise I now have approximately:

  • 30 mins before the clarinet practice starts
  • 50 mins before ten-year old gets home from sleepover with her best friend to start the whole sleepover thing here instead….
  • 1 hour before someone or something wants lunch
  • 4 hours before the farm shop closes and I have to panic about supper for HN
  • 7 hours before teenager on work experience needs collecting from station

and I’ve forgotten everything I had planned out in my head for my characters. Heigh ho. As eldest child would say;

“First world problems, Mum. First world problems”


About aga sagas

Married to His Nibs for a long time now. A sense of humour helps.
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2 Responses to How on earth does she do it?

  1. Louise Dean says:

    Hmm. Woke at 6 ready to write. Went back to sleep. Woke at 7.15 to scream ‘the bus!’ at number two kid. 6 kids breakfasted in two sittings. Wrapped packed and sent large order of mugs to the US. Drove 5 kids round. Dreary chores Tun Wells. Lost 2 kids on skateboards. Home. Ready to write. Other half announces half day. Issue weakly thrilled reply to his text. Ready to write. Half an hour to write. Ah…facebook. See Gilli’s post. Read. Smile. The nails need doing…..the nails need doing…..

  2. aga sagas says:

    How are you going to find the time to go back and look for the kids..? 😉 xx

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