So, I am That Mother Writer. You know what I am talking about. I am the one that chases her kid around the playground the whole time working out book scenes in her head. Or better yet, acting out the dialouge from an intense part of her book. I am That Mother Writer. The one that has the cute kid that you don't want your children to play with because then you might have to converse with me. And I just might give you parts and places to stand to help me figure something out.
I'm the woman pushing the shopping cart around the grocery store while making up stories about the other shoppers. I am the Mom that listens to mood inducing music, that goes along with the scene I am working on. Over and over, and over again. I am That Mother Writer. The one that nods her head to whatever you say, and then asks what the name "Sir Poopsmoocha" brings to your mind. I am That Mother Writer.
I have a dazed look on my face while making dinner, and I can't remember the last time I really sat down and watched television. Who is this Kardigan family that you always talk about? Do they have special powers, fur, or fangs? No? Oh. Then why would I watch it? I am That Mother Writer.
Maybe once I have my book published, and you've read it at your book club, then we can be friends. And you won't refer to me as, That Mother Writer, like it is a curse. Even if it is just a little bit.