100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write: On Umbrellas and Sword Fights, Parades and Dogs, Fire Alarms, Children, and Theater

by Sarah Ruhl

I think of Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own and how it needs a practical addendum about locks and bolts and soundproofing.

I found that life intruding on writing was, in fact, life. And that, tempting as it may be for a writer who is also a parent, one must not think of life as an intrusion. At the end of the day, writing has very little to do with writing, and much to do with life. And life, by definition, is not an intrusion.

i think this how a lot of "superwomen" in my mom's and my generation started to think - and it works for us. and this is the exact opposite of what a lot of expertise + focus centric people (who are dead against work like balance on a day to day basis) don't understand. these people then grow as a part of a family to become fathers, the other the mothers. and this then marks the root of the un-fair play in the household duties.