From the files–It’s a Writer’s Life
When my husband and I and our four children lived in San Antonio, I began to write. My goal was to become a professional. The idea sounded like a dream that just might come true. But no matter how hard I tried to find time to write, the housewife and mother’s duties kept me from it. If I jotted down my notes in the evenings, the TV blasted, the phone jangled, or the kids demanded attention one way or another.
One night, totally frustrated, I put my pen down and announced to whoever was listening: “I’m going away somewhere to become a hermit!”
From the couch, where he was resting comfortably, my husband said, “I’ll go with you and become a him-it.”
cCopyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols