In my first post, Welcome to the Hatchery, I wrote:
I don’t know what, exactly, this blog is going to be. But I figured the best way to find out is to just … start.
I’m a writer and a mother. Sometimes I think these two occupations are perfectly compatible; other times I think I’m living a double life — one half often at the expense of the other.
When I first had an apartment with a room of my own to write in, I didn’t know what to call it. A study sounded too academic. An office sounded too … officious. I even tried the acronym ARoMO (for a Room of My Own), but it felt ridiculous (and sounded more like an Italian restaurant than a writing room). Somehow the idea of a hatchery popped into my head. A place to hatch things, to incubate, to launch.
Then I had a child. Two, actually: twins. And we moved to a bigger apartment, but one without an extra room for me. I thought I would mourn my hatchery but for many months I found myself too busy with what I had actually hatched.
Now the twins are nearly a year old. As I type this, one of them is reaching up to my desk to pull off whatever’s at its edge. I miss my hatchery.
But whichever room I’m in, I spend a lot of time thinking about things that hatch — ideas, plans, my own children.
I’m hoping this will be a place to share some of those thoughts.
And so far it has been — a place to think about writing, reading, parenting and ways of living. And for now, instead of trying to put more specific brackets around it, I’m going to leave it at that.
And see what hatches …
(To learn more about me as a writer, click here.)