As I mentioned in my interview with Karen, one of the biggest hurdles for me in writing erotica (or anything else for that matter) is my precocious daughter. She is a reader. As I write this, she is sitting on the floor with a book of bible stories. I’m not sure why she’s reading that, it has illustrated keywords and she knows all those words…. Maybe I don’t have a more mature one for her.
Did I mention she’s five? Yeah. Read her birthday cards on her second birthday. She can read. Which brings us back to my problem.
Have you ever had that guy on the bus or the train, or God-forbid a spouse, that reads over your shoulder? Doesn’t it drive you insane? Now imagine someone doing that while you’re writing something. Once she corrected my spelling mistake when I made a typo. I kicked her out of the office and locked the door.
Do you know what my favourite thing with in 6 feet is? Well, actually it’s my daughter because she’s sitting beside me, but if she wasn’t, it would be the lock on the door. It’s my special “writer-in-residence” sign. Keep on walking, I’m working in here.
My husband is actually the one that uses it the most. He’ll hear me chatting with her when I’m supposed to be writing, usually sounding rather exasperated as my daughter continues to needle me with questions and requests. Then he comes in, suggests she come out and watch TV, play on her computer, play a game with him, etc. And when she goes, he reaches around and turns that little switch that makes me smile and say, “Thank you.”
My daughter has been stretching her bedtime further and further. When I started writing, she went to bed at eight. That gave me a glorious 2.5 hours for writing! Now she gets her pyjamas on at 8. Then its snack requests and kicking around for another thirty minutes and bed at 8:30, no I need to go pee, 8:45, no, I need a drink of water, 9:00, will you tuck me in? So my writing time keeps shrinking.
This is the place where I tell you that have the most awesome boss in the world. When she hired me she only wanted someone part-time. I really wanted a job in my town and in my field, so I hashed it with the hubs and we figure, sure, I can work part time and do errands, cleaning, cooking, etc. on those days off. There were only two of them. It was agreed that if money became a problem, I could pick up another part-time job. Well, it’s happened. I have a second job, writing. Not only is my boss totally on board with this, she’s down with me taking a day off here and there where I need it for things like conventions and signings. She is awesome! Part of the reason she’s coming over tomorrow to play MahJong. We don’t have a typical boss/employee relationship.
Okay, I think I’ve meandered enough. Bottom line, my daughter isn’t allowed to read over my shoulder. I wish I could disallow her from the office entirely, but that’s not going to happen. One day, she’s going to be a writer. She already tells the greatest stories in the world, like “I’m going to sleep in my own bed all night” and “I’m going to bed right now!” Uh-huh. Sure you are.
Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.