This is how it works
There’s the coffee sitting on the dusty desk next to my laptop, a bottle of water and headphones sit nearby. I have a blanket under my feet because the floor is cold, and I dislike wearing shoes while I write.
The cat is miffed, because he hates sharing the study with me. He can’t curl up next to me here and is forced to nap on the couch in the corner.
I like working here. It’s quiet— well, it’s not, because I’m wearing the headphones and listening to my playlists. What I’m trying to say is, there’s no family, no TV, no one who wants to know what I’m making for dinner tonight, or lunch tomorrow, or anything else. Strangely, they respect this space. I don’t even have to close the door.
Mom is at her desk, which means she’s working, and seriously. She’s not just fiddling with a story, or researching, she’s actually writing.
I’ve written Under the Same Sun, the sequel to The Distant Shore, here. It went quickly, I did it in less than five months, the story wrote itself.
It was all there: what would happen to Naomi after the shooting, after she nearly died. How easy is it for someone to deal with that when they have to see the scars on their body and feel the injuries every day, when those physical changes also change their daily life?
There comes a moment for Naomi when she feels that everyone has deserted her, even her husband, and she falls into a waiting trap.
For such a long time, I was the Mom. The Mom doesn’t need a room of her own, she has the living room, right? Everyone else needs a room of their own, the kids do, and the teacher husband, but the Mom? She can hog the couch and the TV when everyone else has to be doing homework, prepare tests, or write report cards (the husband). The Mom doesn’t have to do any homework or prepare for tests, She has the nice life on the couch.
Well, surprise, guys: no more. And in case you haven’t noticed, Mom works a lot. Mom works hard, from morning until evening, and sorry if lunch gets forgotten from time to time, you’re grown up, fix your own. And those unironed shirts? The iron is in the kitchen cupboard, thank you very much. Oh, and if you’re at it: mine need ironing too.
By now, with my second book being launched, they have gotten used to the new regime.
Mom is an author. She works. She’s a working Mom, even if she does it at home.
She has deadlines—that’s something like having to get ready for an exam, isn’t it? You have to deliver on time, and be ready on the spot. And she has a boss now, that lady she chats with so often, the one who is with this publishing house, the one Mom has signed with.
The questions have changed. It’s no longer, “Mom, are we rich now, are you a famous author like J.K.Rowling? Why don’t we live in a castle if you’re an author? Can I have a Porsche when your next royalty check arrives?”
No, they have realized that it’s really a job like any other, where most of the people work, work, and work hard for their money. And those who get to be rich and famous most of the time also worked hard to get there. Well, there are exceptions, .a few. We don’t like to talk about them.
Only yesterday I caught my teenage son actually bragging about his author mom while chatting online with a friend.
He would rather have all his teeth pulled without sedation than admit to it, but he brags. He also tells his English teachers to please buy my books and read them to polish their English a bit (enter the mortified Mom). So I’m guessing, even though, again, he would never admit this, that there is some pride in the writing Mom involved.
I think a clear proof this is true because he asked me, today, “So when do we go to customs to pick up the box with the copies of your new book?”
“Patience, grasshopper,” I replied, though with some glee. It can only be a matter of a few days now, and then I’ll hold it in my hands:
My second, published book, Under the Same Sun.
I’m proud of it. It’s a nice book. I’m pleased that I thought to take my characters and the story to Italy this time, to lovely Positano, and opening the door to explore Naomi’s Italian family in other, later books.
So this is how it works: A desk, a cup of coffee, a laptop, and some ideas. And bingo, I’m an author now.
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This was the seventh stop in Mariam’s Blog Hop celebrating the launch of her latest book, Under the Same Sun (Book II in the Stone Trilogy) which hit the Amazon.com bestseller list on its first day on sale!
There’s only a few left, so order your’s now, then while you’re waiting you can go to our blog and click the link to read the first two chapters for free.
But first, write a comment below about this blog post for a chance to win one of three copies of Under the Same Sun (plus some pretty gosh, darn, yummy chocolate)! You can get additional chances by following Mariam at every stop on her hop and leaving comments after each post. And hey, while you’re here, why not follow this blog. You won’t regret it.
On Wednesday, 10/24, Mariam will be visiting Julie A. Lindsey’s blog.
Check our blog for the full calendar and more details!Born in Frankfurt, Germany, Mariam lived in Brazil and Saudi Arabia with her parents as a child before they decided to settle in Germany. She attended school there and studied American Literature and Psychology at Justus-Liebig-University in Giessen, where she met her husband. She lives in Hamburg, Germany, with her husband, two sons and two cats.