Mommy alone in the house

Thursday, September 4, 2014

There are a lot of posts about how excited moms are that their kids are back at school but I feel a little sad and don’t have the same urge to celebrate.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the silence and the time to do all the things that I need to do for our life and our house but it’s also a little lonely.  I forget how lonely it is to be a stay-at-home mom.  And it’s not that I don’t have friends to hang out with during the day, thankfully, there are really great women that I can call and hang out with but there is a part of me that still finds staying home just lonely.

My summer is filled with my family around, and not just my kids and husband but my parents and siblings.  I see cousins and old childhood friends.  And then we come back home and my husband goes off to work and the kids go off to school and I’m here in the house tasked with the exciting chores that go along with that.

It usually takes me weeks to get back to feeling normal in my new routine.  I’m reorganizing my office, doing the hundreds of scheduling things for the kids and our family, and generally going through a long list of to-dos.

But my goal is to be done with that soon and start to chip away at my own goals.  Write more of my memoir (the one that I may never publish but love getting down on paper) and getting my painting room/studio together.  A room with a window and lots of colors.

Can’t wait!

September is my January...Renew, review and reinvigorate

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


September always tends to be a time when I review my life and what I’m doing with it.  

It’s a busy time getting our lives back to the routine of school, sports and a many other to-dos that are part of our school year.  But it’s also the time when we take inventory of our life and our goals and how we feel about where we are and how much we've accomplished in the last year in terms of our own benchmarks.

It’s not an easy thing to do.  I always ask myself if I’m really happier doing “this” than anything else. And then I think about the options and decide that for now this is good.  This makes sense to me.  But that doesn’t mean that I can’t make adjustments to help enrich the parts that I can enrich, the parts that are lacking something.  

But that adjustment takes work and courage.  Thankfully, September seems to be the time when we have some renewed energy for this task.  Kids are out of the house and we have a moment to reflect and decide what we need.

So let’s renew our spirit and efforts and go forward with the changes that we can make to bring a little more happiness and fulfillment into our lives.




Losing mommywithacape.com

Monday, April 7, 2014

According to the e-mails I keep getting from Google Admin I will be losing my domain name, mommywithacape.com, any day now. 

I’ve spend a good 4 hours trying to figure out how to auto-renew the domain name but alas, it has not worked.  It might have something to do with the fact that when I registered the name I didn’t set up an admin page with google or if I did I have no idea how to get back into it.  I’ve tried every conceivable way to get this fixed but I’m now making peace with not having the easy “.com” domain name.

My blog will not go away, it will just be a little harder to type in because of the “blogspot.com” at the end.  So you’ll still be able to find me at “mommywithacape.blogspot.com.”  

Also, I wanted to share that I’ve been working on an idea for a novel....my new hobby, coming up with novel ideas.  
this one is about two (or three) women in their 40s that contemplate the second half of their lives.  They’re old friends and come together to help one of them deal with a tragedy and through the process realize that they need to address their own struggles in order to move onto the second half of their life with some joy and clarity.


Daydreaming and reading about writing

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

One of my favorite hobbies these days is just reading about writing.  I can do it for hours and hours.  The actual writing has been pretty slow.  I’ve done a little bit here and there but nothing substantial.  But even though I haven’t written that much lately, I still think of it as my hidden passion and something that will bloom fully one day.

In the meantime, I daydream and read.  Take a look at this great advice about writing a  novel...


How to Start a Novel:
The Willingness to be the Best and the Worst
By Albyn Leah Hall
Writing fiction is like allowing yourself to be the ugliest person in the room and the most beautiful person at the same time. The "beautiful" you swans into the party, garnering admiration, presuming that everyone else will be interested in what you have to say-- aboutanything. The "ugly" you would prefer to cower in the kitchen, scoffing leftovers in the dark.

It's a schizoid existence. The part of you that is dying to be heard is chronically at odds with the part of you that fears exposure, rejection, or being just plain bad, which brings me to my next point. In order to write a novel, you must be willing to be bad. This is especially true in the first draft; it is, arguably, what the first draft is for. (Or, in keeping with the analogy, in order to be beautiful, you must be ugly first.)

There is no easy way to do this. Every writer has his or her own way of wrestling with the demons, and I can't tell you how to wrestle with yours. However, I can suggest some techniques that I use when starting a novel; simple strategies that help to free me from my inhibitions and create a space for the work to emerge.

1) When you begin a novel, rather than thinking you must write for, say, a minimum of four to six hours a day, try to write for only one hour maximum. This means you may write for no more than one hour! Most of us harbor an image of the tortured writer; the pacing, hair-pulling novelist locked up in a chicken shed while the world spins without him. And yet, while writing inevitably entails some pain and struggle, the stereotype of the suffering, workaholic writer is your enemy. The first draft is when you must pull something out of nothing: words from the ether, or from your unconscious. If you impose a tough regime upon it before it has had a chance to breathe, you will stifle it. If, rather, you write in bite-sized pieces, tantalizing yourself with just a little each day, then eventually you will want to write more, and take delicious pleasure in breaking your own rule. (However, while you don't have to write much each day, it is important to write every day, including Sunday; even if that means just a quick scribble before brushing your teeth-- you've still observed the rule.)

Lest you think this sounds frivolous-- a hobbyist approach to writing-- I must confess that there was a time when I thought the same thing. I didn't understand why I couldn't write for hours, or even, sometimes, minutes; why I spent most of my time staring at my computer screen longing to be anywhere but there. It was a severe blow to my sense of identity; I was a writer who could not write! When a friend suggested the hour max rule, I tried it with reluctance. A year later, I had written my first novel.

In later drafts, you will probably want to write for longer. This is great, so long as you bear in mind that good writing doesn't always come from abundance. I can think of many days in which I have produced far more inspired writing after one hour than on other days when I wrote for six.

2) Write your first draft in longhand. This doesn't mean you have to write the entire draft this way, but write each chapter or section by hand before transferring it to the computer. The computer tends to make us feel that we must be excellent immediately. We are daunted by the pristine white space before us, which we think we must fill with something polished and literary. Writing by hand, ideally in some tatty old notebook, gives you permission to be messy and primitive. (The notebook is also far more portable. If you're sick of your four walls, shake up your routine; write in cafes, parks, trains. Occasionally, the noise of the natural world can help rather than hinder, a welcome relief from the more punitive voices of your own head.)

It isn't until my second or maybe third draft that I do what I tastefully call "mining the vomit for gold," transferring the work to computer, and in the process, honing the quality of the writing itself. But for now, it's a mess, and if it isn't, it should be. Scrawl and scribble; spew it out. This is as true for work that is autobiographical as it is for work that isn't remotely autobiographical; as true for comedy as an epic period novel. Like good dreams and bad dreams, it all comes from the same place. If you give yourself time to dwell there, "literature" will follow when it is good and ready.

3) Stay away from the phone, Internet, and e-mails until you have written for the day. In keeping with this, it is a good idea to write early, not only because you will be less distracted by the clutter of the day, but because you will be closer to your unconscious mind and dream state. Even if you write for only fifteen minutes, the quality of your attention will be much, much better if you have not yet filled your head with other people and the many things you have to do. Even something as prosaic as shopping for lunch or having the car fixed can throw you off completely. You'll be amazed by how difficult it feels at first, removed from your social "fixes." This is a sobering reminder of just how addicted we are to these things, and how often we use them to procrastinate! (Yet it is also a liberating, if humbling, experience to realize that our friends, colleagues, and household chores can usually hang on without us for a little longer.)

4) When you start a novel, do not worry about having a great story. The search for the "great story" is, in my view, overrated. I speak only partly in jest when I say that there are roughly half a dozen stories in the world and most books are variations upon them. The story is only as interesting as the person who is telling it. If you have a strong voice, the reader will follow it through anything. You can write a wonderful book which, on the surface, simply describes a party (think of Mrs. Dalloway, or The Dead) or a dreadful book about a prison break or espionage. When people ask how I worked out the story for my latest novel, The Rhythm of the Road, I reply that I didn't, to start with. I found Josephine, my young heroine, and she told me the story. How did I find Josephine? One night, I was watching a documentary about a middle-aged housewife who stalks a young priest, convinced that he shares her obsession. I wondered what it would take for a person to become so delusional that she is driven to behave this way. Josephine, a teenage truck driver's daughter, has little in common with this woman, but the first glimmer was ignited on that evening, by my own curiosity. Like giving birth, I conceived her, but she seemed to develop in her own right. She did so partly through my research (I'm a great believer in research, which will also help to develop the story), but also from a place within myself, a place that could empathize with a young girl so lonely that she must conjure a fantasy relationship to fill the void. In the end, it seemed to be she who was introducing me to her lonely Irish father, to the hitchhiker who becomes the object of her attention, and so on. When I could finally see how the book was unraveling, I did sit down and work out an outline for the entire story. But I could not do this until I had Josephine's voice. So remember that a story can begin in all sorts of ways, no matter how prosaic: with a question, with the way a piece of music makes you feel, with a joke, a dream, a memory, a three minute conversation you overhear in a bus. You can find an entire universe in a single moment.

Of course, I am only one writer and this is only one set of tools. Yet whether or not they work for you, I believe that the underlying philosophy applies to all writers of fiction; to write anything good, you must first be willing to take the ugly, messy, chaotic self out into the light, take it for a run, let it tell you where to go. One of the greatest compliments ever paid to me as a writer was "you must feel pretty good about yourself to let yourself feel this bad." And yet, the funny thing is that once I do allow myself to feel "this bad," it doesn't feel too bad at all. At the very least, I've gotten a novel or two out of it.

Copyright � 2006 Albyn Leah Hall

Albyn Leah Hall is the author of two novels: The Rhythm of the Road (published by St. Martin's Press, January 2007 ; $24.95US/$31.00CAN; 0-312-35944-6) and Deliria, (published by Serpent's Tail, 1994.) She is also a screenwriter; her screenplay, The Rose of Tralee, is currently in development. Albyn's childhood was divided between New York and Los Angeles, but she has spent most of her adult life in London, where she works as both a writer and a psychotherapist.

What Matters in Life

Monday, December 2, 2013


I thought this piece was so good.  It’s called 6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person.  I don’t agree with everything he says in the piece but a lot of it is so spot on and inspiring.  No matter what kind of person you think you are, it’s the actual doing of things that matters.  This applies to everything in life, whether it’s attaining material things, finding love, being a good friend, or helping others.  It’s the doing it that matters.
Here’s a small excerpt that relates to writing that I thought was so funny and true:
"Being in the business I'm in, I know dozens of aspiring writers. They think of themselves as writers, they introduce themselves as writers at parties, they know that deep inside, they have the heart of a writer. The only thing they're missing is that minor final step, where they actually fucking write things.
But really, does that matter? Is "writing things" all that important when deciding who is and who is not truly a "writer"?
For the love of God, yes.
Getty
I've known "writers" who produced less content than what's on this woman's grocery list.
See, there's a common defense to everything I've said so far, and to every critical voice in your life. It's the thing your ego is saying to you in order to prevent you from having to do the hard work of improving: "I know I'm a good person on the inside." It may also be phrased as "I know who I am" or "I just have to be me."
Don't get me wrong; who you are inside is everything -- the guy who built a house for his family from scratch did it because of who he was inside. Every bad thing you've ever done has started with a bad impulse, some thought ricocheting around inside your skull until you had to act on it. And every good thing you've done is the same -- "who you are inside" is the metaphorical dirt from which your fruit grows."


New Direction (not the boy band)

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Forgive my absence.  I’m working on a book idea.  I’ve put aside my writing about friendship and am now looking at writing a novel that will incorporate my love of friendship and its complexity with some other realities of life like family, love, tragedy and redemption.  Will keep you posted.

The Hardest Word

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


You said or did something to hurt your friend. Maybe you were snarky at the bus stop, or standoffish at a school event or dismissive of her idea when she was just trying to help.
Whatever it was, you know you were wrong and the fact that you had had a crappy day is no excuse.
Now you’re stuck with yourself and your guilt. And you don’t know what to do.
You want to call her and say, I’m so sorry. I was an idiot and shouldn’t have done that. I value your friendship. Please forgive me.
But you’re scared. You’re scared that once you admit that you were being childish and thoughtless she will see that you’re flawed and will think less of you.
You also don’t want to apologize because you know it will be uncomfortable. And not just for you but for her too. You’ll have to tell her that you know that your stupid comment or behavior had the power to hurt her. And that makes you both vulnerable. And that’s something you don’t want to deal with.
So you start convincing yourself that it was no big deal.
That she probably didn’t even notice your comment, or your cold shoulder, or your reaction to her advice.
And even if she did notice, you think, she probably didn’t even care. She knows you love her. She’ll likely just chalk it up to you having had a bad day or being distracted.
Yes, of course. She’s totally fine. It would be silly to apologize for something so small. You can’t believe you even considered it.
Just to be on the safe side though, you’ll be extra attentive and kind next time you see her. And that will definitely make up for your minor transgression.
Phew! Glad that’s over. Now you can go back to feeling good.
But lurking deep in your heart you know that you’re being a coward.
And even though you’ve shoved the guilty feeling into a place where you don’t see it, every once in a while it will pop up and wash over you.
And the next time you do something unintentionally hurtful, and there will be a next time because there always is, you’ll make the same excuses not to say anything and assume your friendship is fine.
But each small action or lack of action chips away at your friendship and one day that friendship will not be as close or as strong because you didn’t do the work to take care of it.
So instead of doing the easy cowardly thing, do the hard thing. Go over to her house and say, I’m not sure if you noticed that I was being a bit cold or that I reacted badly to your advice but I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I know I was inconsiderate and if I hurt you, even unintentionally, I apologize. You’re a great friend and I am so happy to have you in my life.
Your friend might be surprised by your apology and your sentiments and say that she didn’t even notice your infraction. Or she might instantly comfort you by saying that you didn’t need to apologize.
But no matter what she says to comfort you or make the situation easy for both of you, inside her heart she will appreciate your apology. And she will love you more for caring enough about her and your friendship to take that step.
And you will have done the right thing for a friendship you treasure.