How Writing is Like Being a Parent

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ou want something that your readers will remember, without thinking it too off-the-wall. You want a name that shows power and character, something solid. You want something that feels natural when spoken out loud.You become overly protectiveAs you start to put your ideas together, you become attached to certain things. If someone comes along and criticizes any part of it, you become defensive and ready yourself for a fight. Even if that person was only trying to offer some help to bring you up to the next level, you feel like a parent protecting your innocent child.Dressing for successYou want others to love your baby as much as you do, but don’t want it to look under-dressed. You nip and tuck, fluff and press, paint and polish until everything looks just right. You add a few ribbons and bows to give it a little pizzazz, then prepare to send it off into the world.<p id="

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bc23">The process of give and takeAs you prepare your baby for the next stage in life, you hope it will be received by the public with loving arms. You start out writing to make your readers happy but worry about sidestepping over the more temperamental parts. So, you start writing about the more difficult issues and begin to fear the judgments of your peers. However, in time, you find a happy medium that makes you feel as though you’ve given your child the best chances for success.Leaving the nestBefore long, you see that your work has taken on a life of its own. You realize that your baby isn’t so little anymore. You no longer need to coddle it. You’ve helped it grow into a beautiful piece that’s ready to stand out in a crowd. It’s at that point that you realize, like any good parent, you’ve done your job and you’ve done it well.© Christine Graves 2020</article></body>

From innocent inkling to fully matured piece

People compare writing to a lot of things, but if you think about it, it’s a lot like raising a child. As a mother, I know what it feels like to watch your babies go from helpless beings who can’t do anything without you, to full-fledged adults who need to face the world without holding your hand. It’s both a blessing and a heartache, at the same time.

Finding the perfect name

Creating a title for your piece is a lot like naming your new baby. You want something that your readers will remember, without thinking it too off-the-wall. You want a name that shows power and character, something solid. You want something that feels natural when spoken out loud.

You become overly protective

As you start to put your ideas together, you become attached to certain things. If someone comes along and criticizes any part of it, you become defensive and ready yourself for a fight. Even if that person was only trying to offer some help to bring you up to the next level, you feel like a parent protecting your innocent child.

Dressing for success

You want others to love your baby as much as you do, but don’t want it to look under-dressed. You nip and tuck, fluff and press, paint and polish until everything looks just right. You add a few ribbons and bows to give it a little pizzazz, then prepare to send it off into the world.

The process of give and take

As you prepare your baby for the next stage in life, you hope it will be received by the public with loving arms. You start out writing to make your readers happy but worry about sidestepping over the more temperamental parts. So, you start writing about the more difficult issues and begin to fear the judgments of your peers. However, in time, you find a happy medium that makes you feel as though you’ve given your child the best chances for success.

Leaving the nest

Before long, you see that your work has taken on a life of its own. You realize that your baby isn’t so little anymore. You no longer need to coddle it. You’ve helped it grow into a beautiful piece that’s ready to stand out in a crowd. It’s at that point that you realize, like any good parent, you’ve done your job and you’ve done it well.