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ptop with my thoughts. Naturally, these times are when I have nothing to say, no ideas, no thoughts on anything specific, and if I try to write, it becomes forced, and my words end up sounding like a “dear diary” entry (The irony that this piece you are reading is much like a diary entry is not lost on me!).Inevitably on days like this, my husband will come home and walk in excited to say hello and want to talk about the day, but as the writing brain works, it’s always 10 minutes before his arrival that I get a burst of writing energy and find myself in a flow that nothing can stop.When my husband asks what I’m doing, I can only look up for a second and say, “Paying bills.” This usually gives me an extra few minutes to wrap up a sentence before wife and mother duties must be activated.<h2 id="6625">So I find myself writing under the influence of parental and spousal expectations!</h2>So I am currently sitting in my wardrobe, where I was planning to brush my hair, with my golden retriever whining at the door that he wants to go for his walk.<figure id="3a77"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*aEFck6sBb4g2Zfe9WoHUZg.jpeg"><figcaption>Author’s own image of the Floof.</figcaption></figure><h2 id="bfcd">I am now writing under the influence of pressure from a 30kg floof ball that needs to expend his energy and possibly shit four times when I’m out of poo bags.</h2>I have just had another ironic thought. If I didn’t constantly have this mental pressure where I have to get my words out under the influence of my lifestyle, would I even have so much to write about?So here I am, squished between a bunch of coats and summer dresses in my closet, and guess what? This cramped little space has turned into my go-to spot for some peace.It’s kind of funny, actually. I can hear the usual buzz of the house—kids laughing one minute, arguing the next. It’s a nice kind of background noise, though. It makes me feel like I’m right in the middle of all the action, even when I’m

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hiding away.When I think about it, my day-to-day is a hilarious shitstorm. There’s the morning scramble to get the kids out the door, dealing with mountains of laundry, and trying to cook meals that won’t make my picky eaters turn up their noses. But you know what? It’s this everyday craziness that gives me the best stuff to write about.Take yesterday, for example. I was at the supermarket, and my youngest decided it was the perfect time for a sprint down the aisles. I’m half-annoyed, half-cracking up, chasing this little speed demon around. And right there, in the middle of aisle five, I’m thinking, “This is gold for my blog.” It’s the real deal—life throwing curveballs and me trying to catch ‘em.And let’s not forget the family trips. Whether we’re off for a quick break on the Mornington Peninsula or flying to somewhere exotic, it’s always an adventure, especially with teenagers. You’re trying to keep everyone happy, find those perfect photo ops, and not lose your mind. But these trips, with all their ups and downs, are the stories I love sharing. They’re real, they’re a bit nuts, and they’re totally us.I sometimes wonder if my crew knows how much they inspire my writing. Each one, from my husband, who’s always there for me, to my hyper-golden retriever, adds their special flavour to the chaos that fuels my creativity. They’re the real stars of my stories, bringing all the laughs, drama, and a touch of insanity.So here’s me, in my makeshift closet office, rolling with the punches, the interruptions, and all the love that fills my life. I write because of all this madness, not despite it. It’s what makes my stories tick, what keeps my blogs buzzing, and why I love every second of it.Time to shut down the laptop—my dog’s whining is my cue to switch from writer mode back to being mum, wife, and dog walker. Off I go, ready to scoop up more bits of life that’ll probably end up in my next blog post. Because, when you get down to it, isn’t life the best story there is?</article></body>

A Mom Finds Writing Inspiration in the Chaos of Everyday Life

Embracing the madness: Tales of a closet writer juggling family, travel, and a 30KG floof ball

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I love to write.

I love the freedom that anything I think or feel can just flow out of me onto a keyboard.

I love how it doesn’t have to make sense or serve any purpose other than just allowing my brain to purge the ideas that whir around at times and need somewhere to go.

I’ve read a lot of articles on Medium about how other people write.

I’ve read about creating idea banks and outlines, doing keyword research, and having a framework or template to work with. But each time I try those ideas out, I find it interrupts my flow of dribble that I’m just dying to get out.

I think it’s because I’m always writing under the influence...

I have a wonderful husband and three kids.

Silence is a commodity in my house that does not exist.

Each time I have an idea, and I plan to sit and write, there is always a guaranteed interruption from someone I live with who needs something.

Usually in the form of screaming “Muuuuuuum,” or if I’m lucky, one of these housemates will walk into wherever I am hiding, and body slam their way in front of my focus, so I have no choice but to stop what I am doing.

I am always under the influence of borrowed time.

My inspirational moments for what I want to write or say seem to always come to me when I’m in the shower or on the toilet. Two places you would imagine I can think uninterrupted... But no.

Nowhere is safe. Nowhere is quiet.

There are a few times, mostly during the school year, when I have moments in the day where I can slam my laptop with my thoughts. Naturally, these times are when I have nothing to say, no ideas, no thoughts on anything specific, and if I try to write, it becomes forced, and my words end up sounding like a “dear diary” entry (The irony that this piece you are reading is much like a diary entry is not lost on me!).

Inevitably on days like this, my husband will come home and walk in excited to say hello and want to talk about the day, but as the writing brain works, it’s always 10 minutes before his arrival that I get a burst of writing energy and find myself in a flow that nothing can stop.

When my husband asks what I’m doing, I can only look up for a second and say, “Paying bills.” This usually gives me an extra few minutes to wrap up a sentence before wife and mother duties must be activated.

So I find myself writing under the influence of parental and spousal expectations!

So I am currently sitting in my wardrobe, where I was planning to brush my hair, with my golden retriever whining at the door that he wants to go for his walk.

I am now writing under the influence of pressure from a 30kg floof ball that needs to expend his energy and possibly shit four times when I’m out of poo bags.

I have just had another ironic thought. If I didn’t constantly have this mental pressure where I have to get my words out under the influence of my lifestyle, would I even have so much to write about?

So here I am, squished between a bunch of coats and summer dresses in my closet, and guess what? This cramped little space has turned into my go-to spot for some peace.

It’s kind of funny, actually. I can hear the usual buzz of the house—kids laughing one minute, arguing the next. It’s a nice kind of background noise, though. It makes me feel like I’m right in the middle of all the action, even when I’m hiding away.

When I think about it, my day-to-day is a hilarious shitstorm. There’s the morning scramble to get the kids out the door, dealing with mountains of laundry, and trying to cook meals that won’t make my picky eaters turn up their noses. But you know what? It’s this everyday craziness that gives me the best stuff to write about.

Take yesterday, for example. I was at the supermarket, and my youngest decided it was the perfect time for a sprint down the aisles. I’m half-annoyed, half-cracking up, chasing this little speed demon around. And right there, in the middle of aisle five, I’m thinking, “This is gold for my blog.” It’s the real deal—life throwing curveballs and me trying to catch ‘em.

And let’s not forget the family trips. Whether we’re off for a quick break on the Mornington Peninsula or flying to somewhere exotic, it’s always an adventure, especially with teenagers. You’re trying to keep everyone happy, find those perfect photo ops, and not lose your mind. But these trips, with all their ups and downs, are the stories I love sharing. They’re real, they’re a bit nuts, and they’re totally us.

I sometimes wonder if my crew knows how much they inspire my writing. Each one, from my husband, who’s always there for me, to my hyper-golden retriever, adds their special flavour to the chaos that fuels my creativity. They’re the real stars of my stories, bringing all the laughs, drama, and a touch of insanity.

So here’s me, in my makeshift closet office, rolling with the punches, the interruptions, and all the love that fills my life. I write because of all this madness, not despite it. It’s what makes my stories tick, what keeps my blogs buzzing, and why I love every second of it.

Time to shut down the laptop—my dog’s whining is my cue to switch from writer mode back to being mum, wife, and dog walker. Off I go, ready to scoop up more bits of life that’ll probably end up in my next blog post. Because, when you get down to it, isn’t life the best story there is?