Write with Kare

When I had my kid I hemorrhaged, needed stitches, and was prescribed bedrest by a wiry spectacled midwife who noted, “that will be hard for you”. Not one to back down from a challenge, I nailed the full two weeks of bedrest. But on day 15 I went on a 3 mile hike with my baby strapped to my chest in her carrier.

The midwife was right. I don’t much like bedrest. I felt horrible all weekend, yet I still chose to do a 3 mile bike ride and hit the gym yesterday. By the end of the night, when it was clear that I was actually sick and truly needed to rest, I called out of work. I hate calling out of work. I feel so much guilt. But I did it, and I’m antsy and bored.

About 15 or so years ago, I had a pretty popular blog. It was before instagram and perhaps the early days of twitter, as I knew it. Today I am holed up on my bed, remembering the energy that I used to feel when I wrote and self published. I was campus famous. Today, I write again because I can. Because life doesn’t end in your twenties. Because I have much to say and perhaps someone will be interested in reading it.

On this blog, I will be chronicling the process of writing a novel. It is historical fiction and based on my ancestors. I am afraid to share too much, but I will. I will share my process. My weekly writing sessions, my struggles to find time to write with a toddler and a full time job, and the reading that I do that inspires me. I will also muse, and fill these digital pages with the kind of fodder.

Most importantly, I will reluctantly bedrest but I will write through it.