There are a lot jokes out there that compare writing a book to having a baby or raising a child. I’d like to add to that fun metaphor, by introducing the term M.O.M.
I am a proud M.O.M., a Mother of Manuscripts. I have two. The older manuscript turned two in October. And the younger just came into the world on November 1—born early, thanks to National Novel Writing Month. Both of my manuscripts are fiction, which means they can be a little rambunctious with lots of personality.
Oh, the joys of M.O.M.’hood.
There is a Parents Magazine article that discusses the joys of being a (real) Mom. If you substitute the term “manuscript” for “kids/children,” the similarities are fitting, uncanny, and hilarious. I’ve placed some quotes from the article below for fodder’s sake.
“There are wonderful days when I feel my cup runneth over. There are days that I want to run away and question every decision I have ever made.”
About finding purpose in life: “…I am a better person for knowing my children and I am very honored to be their mother.”
“When my kids are happy, so am I.”
“I have learned to rise to any occasion and found myself lifted to new heights while stretching myself beyond any and all limits I once put upon myself.”
“With rarely a dull moment, I’ve experienced more adventure in mothering my sons than ever imaginable.”
“Life is great, but life is even better once you have been blessed to become a mom!”
Thanks to the (real) Moms out there who allowed me to indulge.