I have distinct memories of writing as a child.
In one memory, I’m in my bedroom, sitting on my orange carpet as I fold three or four pieces of paper together to make a book. I remember transcribing one of my favorite books onto those pieces of paper but changing the narrative around a little bit as I went. The story had something to do with a rabbit, and I even drew illustrations to go along with the plot.
A well-meaning but misguided person once told me that I’d never write after I had kids.
In fairness, she had a small child, a full-time job, and wasn’t a writer herself, but still. You know what writers don’t ever need to hear? All the ways life will make writing difficult or impossible.
We don’t need to hear that because most of us are already battling a full range of reasons not to write every single time we sit down to do it.
One of the top reasons is that we don’t have time. We’re too busy with life and everything we have to do to keep our lives running smoothly. Writing, especially if no one’s waiting for you to finish a story, can often feel superfluous.