Becoming A Dad Made Me A Better Writer

Before my son was born, writing ruled my world. I thought of myself, first and foremost, as a writer. I spent my days thinking about my writing, the writing of others I was jealous of, my plan to achieve “success” and publish a book to critical acclaim in my 20s, and why that plan was bombing.  I spent a lot of time on Twitter. I used my free time to analyze how many followers I had, whether the “right” people followed me, and if not, why not. On the page, the novel I had labored over for a decade, floundered.