An interesting article in Literary Hub.
O.G. Yeah, I know this one personally. Although I have children, by now, they are grownups. They live their own lives, and I'm divorced. It often feels pretty lonely, especially in public. Maybe that's why I don't like parties.
The paradoxical thing is that everyone respects me as a mother, even though I don't consider myself an especially good mother. Nobody respects me as a writer, which is, truth to say, the most important aspect of my personality. Most of my relatives consider my writing life a whim, some sort of a midlife crisis, prolonged indefinitely.
Sometimes, when I'm depressed, I think: maybe they are right. But only sometimes.