This is a timely topic because the daily life of a housewife includes many duties. Now, that doesn’t have to do with ownership per se, except for the fact that I need to own up to my responsibilities. Things have to be done, so, I do them. Or procrastinate. But they do get done. Eventually.

Also, one could talk about the joys of home ownership. There’s never a shortage of projects to be done. This on top of the daily chores and tasks. I’m talking about the gutters being cleaned, the garaged re-organized, the broken door in the hall to be fixed, the appliances repaired, the walls painted. You get the picture. It’s really never ending. But it’s MINE. My house, My money pit.

Or of pets. Grrrrrr. I love my dogs. I hate my dogs. It gets to be so tedious to do some things by rote. Especially when it takes away from motherhood and wifely time.

But as it relates to writing, the crux of the matter is still the same. You have to own it. Maintain it. Repair it. Love it and hate it. The time and dedication writing requires is no less than what anything else to which you’re devoted. And with that hopeless devotion (anyone else channeling Olivia Newton-John?) comes responsibility. You remember anniversaries. (housewife) You pay your mortgage and bills. You take care of your pets. (I surely hope so.) Do you take care of your writing?

Some one will. By that I mean, write your story. Only you can. Not let it molder in your mind. With a little luck and a lot of sweat something marvelous will come to fruition. But you have to own it.