Balancing Family with Writing

Today, I have the beautiful and talented author, Terri Rochenski, with me today to talk about how she balances a family and her writing.  It’s a very appropriate post as Terri just became a mom for the 3rd time.  Her first two were precious little girls.  Her third…baby Luke, and is he ever adorable.

But I won’t get sidetracked here, though talking about babies just makes me smile from ear to ear.  Instead, I’m going to hand over my blog to Terri.  It’s all  yours, my friend.


Balancing life in general – hubs, children, and home under construction with my writing hobby has always been an issue. How do I do it? Every day is different, but for me life comes first.

Children whining? I leave my desk (kitchen table). Children want me to read to them? I put down my WiP edits and take the stack of books they’re holding out to me.

Some days I sit and play My Little Ponies or join them in coloring pictures of Hello Kitty, my mind in la la land plotting the next scene.

If I’m scrubbing a toilet, showing my girls how to knead bread, sitting with the hubs at night while watching reruns of Pawn Stars or American Pickers, my mind is often on the characters inside it screaming for attention – who they are and how they speak. Of course, some days I’m unable to multi task so grilling supper and kissing boo boos has my full attention.

Often times I’ll go days – weeks – without writing a single new word because life demands my undivided attention. This is the reason I’m lucky to button up one novel in three years rather than three in one like some authors I know! Lucky ducks.

I don’t know how others do it. I suppose if there wasn’t an infant crying to be fed or changed, and fighting, screaming sisters cluttering the rooms of my house with countless toys, crayons, and dolls it might be possible. Would I change things, though, if given the chance?

Absolutely not.

My two little girls and a 1 month old son (I guess throw the hubs in there too *wink wink*) come first for me. Always have, always will.

Perhaps once all my precious ones are in school and the construction zone we call a remodel in progress is finished, I’ll find more time for my hobby. Until then, I’ll just keep plugging along scribbling whenever and wherever.


And what a great scribble she’s done with EYE OF SOUL.  And now for a little about Terri:


Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her two young daughters allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be found on her back patio in the boondocks of New Hampshire, book or pencil in hand.

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 Book Blurb:

That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.

Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.

Or so she believes.

Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.

Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.

Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.



Cursing her arthritic fingers, Miri squeezed out a rag and draped it over the human man’s hot forehead.

“I’ve seen a lot more harvests than you, old goat,” she muttered, lifting his eyelids. “I’m thinking you’ll never catch up either. Doubt you last another half-moon’s phase.”

Miri pushed to her feet and stretched her hunched back. A heavy sigh slipped past her wrinkled lips as she glanced around the sick house. Keeping the night watch wasn’t too bad—she’d volunteered often since her old bones wouldn’t allow much sleep.

“Joints wasted, hearing all but gone …” Miri yanked on the long white braid lying over her shoulder. “I’m the old goat.”

She shuffled down the aisle, woolen kirtle swishing in the silence. A cool, autumn breeze rustled the crimson leaves of the magnolia and palm fronds overhead, drawing her gaze upward. Violet streaks lit the pre-dawn sky.A dog barked, yipped, and fell silent.

Miri peered across the village green to the thatched buildings beyond. A shadow passed between two cottages. Another three hurried toward the neighboring dwelling.

“Sight fading or my mind, too?” Miri rubbed her watery eyes, blinked, and leaned forward. Light flickered through the palm trees behind the outlying homes.


The flames drew closer, weaving between the trunks.

Humans from the mainland? Miri’s hand clutched at her throat. Soldiers. Fadir have mercy.

The men crept through the village, taking up positions at every doorway. Two brutes, more horse-like in size than human, approached the sick house.

Sputtering torch held high, the first strode forward, dark eyes intent upon Miri. A green surcoat covered broad shoulders and fell to his thighs. The golden wheat sheaf of the city of Varosh adorned his chest.

Cold sweat beaded upon Miri’s brow. Breath burst from her lungs, and she moved back, clutching the door jam.

The second soldier stepped closer, chains and shackles clanking in his hand. He stopped two paces away from Miri, and a smile stretched his stubbled cheeks, revealing rotted teeth. “Good morning pointy-ears.”

Miri stared, heartbeat thundering in her ears. She’d been called worse in her eighty-three birth passings but never with such malice.

A single cry rang out across the village, and doors crashed inward. Screams rent the air.

“Don’t fight Native woman,” rotten-teeth sneered, shackles outstretched.

“W-why?” Miri whispered, taking a step backward.

A scowl narrowed his gaze, and his fist shot forward.

Bursts of light and pain exploded through Miri as she crumpled to the floor.


Miri’s people huddled on the village green as fall’s pale sun crested the trees. Cold metal had been clasped around their necks and ankles. Many trembled in the cool air, little more than night clothes covering their nakedness. Miri held to her braid with a white-knuckled grip, her head and its egg-sized bump throbbing in time with her pulse.

A handful of other battered Natives who had attempted flight were the last to join them, the soldiers tossing them forward like sacks of potatoes.


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21 thoughts on “Balancing Family with Writing

  1. I love her attitude – family first. With everything that’s happening in your household, it amazes me you have any time for writing, let alone reading, other than kids books, that is! 🙂


    1. LOL! You two are funny. Truth is – I have no choice. This is my life right now. Might as well enjoy every second!!!

      If ONLY I could get some writing done, though. Sigh.


        1. Master Luke has a cough like his big sisters. Really tired of this stinkin’ cold that has attacked this house!!!!!

          Sisters aren’t jealous. They smother him with hugs & kisses. So cute. 🙂


  2. I’m right there with you! I have a five year old who just went off to pre-k, and a soon to be three year old. I only work on writing related stuff during quiet/nap time and after they go to bed. Although, I might sneak a movie in time to time to buy more time. Ha!

    Your book sounds awesome!
    Thanks for sharing!


    1. My husband I used to take turns going to the movies when we couldn’t find a babysitter so we could go together. It was fun to watch the same movie separately and then compare notes afterwards. 🙂 Parents have to find that quite time in order to make the time together with out children ‘quality’ time. Even with all the work, I wouldn’t trade a minute of being a parent for anything. And if you think it gets easier as they get older, I’ve got some news to tell ya. 🙂


    1. You’re welcome, sweetie! You have a great little family. Cherish every moment you have with them now. You’ve got a keeper book out there with one of the most awesome covers I’ve seen in a while. You accomplished a lot! Keep up the good work.


  3. That’s a great attitude – total acceptance of the fact that your family comes first, and the writing gets fitted in where it can, rather than constantly fighting for writing time. The fact that you get any novels finished at all is good enough for now, and more than so many people manage! I find that with kids, about 90% of my time that I’m home with them seems to be taken up with doing things with them or for them, even though mine are older now (14 and 11), they still need a lot of my time, it’s not so constant of course, but it’s in bigger chunks, like they might need two hours of help with their homework after dinner. We’ll miss them terribly when they leave home though won’t we!


    1. They grow up too stinkin’ fast as it is! While in some ways I DO look forward to them being older & my having more ‘me’ time, I know I’ll sit & cry when they won’t fit on my lap any more to sing them to sleep. 😦

      Thanks so much for your thoughts!


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