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Women, Writing, and Guilt: How to Give Yourself Permission to Try

Posted on 02.28.19 | Holly Robinson | 14 Comments

I’m on the home stretch of revising my novel (again). Lately I’ve been having trouble focusing at home, partly because it’s too cold to hide in my barn office, so I’ve had to write in the living room, and partly because my husband is now working from home. Even when he’s quiet, I hear him thinking. As a friend said recently of her husband being at home, “It’s like having a Mylar balloon floating in the background.”

During one of my low points, I Googled writing retreats. Up popped a perfect place, an old house in a remote setting. Perfect for the kind of intense writing and revising that requires solitude.

  • A writer’s paradise

I emailed the owner to inquire about availability. Just one week, that’s all I wanted. The owner emailed back and said, yes, the house happened to be free during one of the weeks I could come, so I booked the house.

I was happy for maybe an hour. And then guilt came roaring in, nipping at my heels and yapping in my ears. You shouldn’t spend more time away from home. Your family needs you and you have work deadlines. Paid work! And you still haven’t cleaned out the closets you meant to clean out last year. Oh, and shouldn’t you be getting ready for your son’s graduation/daughter’s birthday/high school reunion?

I emailed the woman back and said sorry, I couldn’t come after all. Too much going on.

And then I fell into a slump. Spring is coming. If I don’t finish my novel soon, my agent won’t be able to submit it before the New York publishing world goes on summer hiatus.

Finally I phoned another writer-mom friend. “Is there ever a day when you don’t feel guilty?” I asked.

She just laughed. “No. There’s always someone I’ve let down, or something I’ve left undone.”

Every time I teach a writing class of any sort, I start by giving my students the first rule of writing: give yourself permission.

This is harder to do than it sounds. If you’re new at writing, you probably have trouble believing in yourself. If you’ve been writing for a while, but you’ve had trouble publishing a book, or you’ve been watching the publishing industry tank, it’s tough to think you should keep banging your head against that particular wall.

Never mind the time. How can you justify spending money on a writing retreat. Surely there’s something better to do with that money. An oil change for the car? A birthday gift for your husband? Shoes for your kid? Groceries?

Recently, I saw a documentary on Matisse, and was bemused to learn that he left his wife and children for long stretches to paint in a hotel by the sea, where he hired a woman and children to be his models. The paintings often present an idealized portrait of family life: a woman sitting in a chair, children playing board games. But it’s all fake. Matisse couldn’t paint at home with the chaos of family around. He had to leave.

Likewise, Hemingway wasn’t about to stay in that flat with his wife and baby in Paris, right? Off he went, frequenting cafes and getting tanked while he scrawled his pages.

Yet, women are seen as selfish, if not downright monstrous, if we leave our families so we can write. I know all of this, rationally. I’ve even written about the benefits of writing retreats. (I remembered this only when I Googled “Why go on a writing retreat” and my own damn article on Huffington Post popped up.)

    Still, I couldn’t give myself permission to go, so I did the next best thing: I called another writer-mom friend. “I need you to do something for me,” I said.

    “Sure,” she said. “What is it?”

    “Tell me to go on a writing retreat.”

    “Of course you should go on a writing retreat,” she said.

    And so I emailed the owner of the house again and booked it. Then, before I could change my mind, I mailed the check and committed to the plan.

    I couldn’t give myself permission. Luckily, I belong to a community of women writers who know that, sometimes, only solitude will let you finish a book, and that you are worthy of that solitary creative effort, no matter what the outcome.

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    Holly Robinson is a novelist, journalist and celebrity ghost writer. She and her husband have five children and a stubborn Pekingese. They currently divide their time between Massachusetts and Prince Edward Island, and are crazy enough to be fixing up old houses one shingle at a time in both places.

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    1. Mary Andrea Clarke says

      February 28, 2019 at 10:27 pm

      Hi, Holly. I really enjoyed your piece, it definitely resonated. Even though I don’t have a husband or children, real life has been getting in the way. Writing seems like a self-indulgence when there are plumbing/household/financial issues to tackle. It’s too long since my last novel was published and I need to get back on track. Thank you.

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      • Holly Robinson says

        March 1, 2019 at 7:50 am

        Mary, my children are (mostly) out of the house, yet somehow everything still gets in the way of my writing–I know what you mean–because, truthfully, my own doubts are the obstacles tripping me up. Best of luck getting back on track. Let me know how it goes.

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    2. Jill Hannah Anderson says

      February 28, 2019 at 10:29 pm

      This is fabulous, and unfortunately, probably many writing women can relate. I sure can! Even now, retired from my “day” job and in the submission stage for book three, I still feel guilty if I spend any money on writing things (like a conference) and feel guilty about the time I spend writing. It is ridiculous that we do this to ourselves. I can’t even blame my husband since he’s very supportive of me. It’s my guilt. I’m going to blame my Catholic upbringing instead! 😉

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      • Holly Robinson says

        March 1, 2019 at 7:48 am

        Oh, how I can relate, Jill, and I didn’t even have a Catholic upbringing. So I’m going to do something right now: I hereby give you permission to go on a writing retreat, attend a conference, or just spend the day in your pajamas with the phone on silent–do whatever you need to write. We need to keep giving each other permission because it’s so hard to do it for ourselves. Good luck with book #3!

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        • Jill Hannah Anderson says

          March 1, 2019 at 8:38 am

          Thank you. I’m going to put your permission to good use! 🙂

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          • Holly Robinson says

            March 26, 2019 at 2:38 pm

            I’m so glad, Jill!

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    3. Maddie Dawson says

      February 28, 2019 at 10:35 pm

      Of COURSE you should go on that writing retreat!!

      One must escape the Mylar balloons of our lives while we can. Ain’t nobody can write with a Mylar balloon husband bobbing about. (We love them…but they do think loudly.)

      Love this post!

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      • Holly Robinson says

        March 1, 2019 at 7:47 am

        Well, darling girl & my fellow writer-mom, all I can say is that I am so glad to have you at the other end of the phone!

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    4. Edith Maxwell says

      February 28, 2019 at 11:09 pm

      I feel shunned you didn’t call me! You KNOW I would have given you permission – and maybe even wrangled myself an extra bedroom to go on retreat with you. Seriously, we writers need this. I’m so glad you took the plunge.

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      • Holly Robinson says

        March 1, 2019 at 7:46 am

        Ha! You are so right. I should have called–I think I’m just a bit ashamed to still be working on the same darn book! Thanks, Edith.

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    5. Dottie MacKeen says

      May 10, 2019 at 4:48 pm

      Hope this means we will soon have a new novel to promote

      Dottie Mackeen

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      • Holly Robinson says

        May 19, 2019 at 7:41 pm

        Dottie, I hope so, too! Thank you so much.

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    6. Sandy Martin says

      August 19, 2019 at 11:48 pm

      I loved this post and will definitely look into reading your books.
      I recently had surgery and my husband had to drive me to go to the embroidery store. When I told the owner he was waiting in the car and had to drive me everywhere, she said, “my gosh that’s like going fishing with the game warden.”

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      • Holly Robinson says

        October 31, 2019 at 11:13 am

        Oh, Sandy, I’m so sorry it took me so long to see this comment–I’ve been traveling out of the country–but that’s hysterical! Thanks for stopping by.

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