We finally brought my son home from the NICU last Tuesday, 71 days after he was born. He's already 5 lbs 7 oz and doing great. Apart from the usual crying spells, he's an easygoing baby so far.
And now that JB and I have had nearly a week to get in a routine with him, I'm feeling more like myself...albeit a mommy version of myself. (Gratuitous baby pic at the bottom of this post.)
And now that I'm feeling more like myself, it's time I got back to writing. I haven't written much on my novel since I gave birth. Visiting the NICU three times a day for 10 weeks will suck your energy faster than anything. Now that we're finally home, JB and I are planning on a few dedicated novel-writing hours per week at least. (He may be a right-brained engineer, but he's got his own writerly streak.)
I used to think I might never be a truly "great" writer (whatever that is) because I'd never had any major hardships or pain in my life. It seemed to me that most of the great authors wrote from loss. But now that I've experienced loss, I don't know that it has or will necessarily make me a better writer. Maybe it's too recent. I've thought that writing through my loss might help me deal with it - and it has, in journal form - but I'm not sure if or when I'd be able to translate that kind of life-altering event into written expression.
What about you? Do you write from loss or hardship? Has it helped you? I'd love to know.
And now on to a brighter topic...
THIS is what I get to hang out with every day: