A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, May 25, 2012

Casual Fridays: Parenting your artist child

Hi guys. It's Britt.
The sun is shining and I want to go out and play. But my Mom won't let me.

Not my actual Mom, see, but my inner Mom.

As creatives and freelancers we occasionally have to parent ourselves. Cause our inner artist children can sometimes get a little...um...distracted. 

Every now and again I need to give myself a good talking-to. It goes something like this:

"Young lady, you will sit in that chair and write. No more facebook, no more jumping up to water the plants, or make coffee, or pick lint off the carpet, (gha! I wish I was kidding). You will write until you have said everything you need to say, and then you will write a little more. I do this because I love you." 

Sometimes Momma artist does know best. She's tough, but fair. And the best thing about Momma artist, is that after some really hard work, she knows when to say: "who wants ice cream?"

p.s. When I was an actual kid, I got grounded a lot.
xo Britt 

1 comment:

  1. Ha! Strong resonance from here in front of a computer on a day off in scandalously sunny Tofino. Half hour to go before i can go play, and i'm wrasslin' between flying a kite on Chesterman Beach and reading a good book over a mocha at Tofitian. (Can't we do both, Mommy?)