Why is it that I always feel creative at the wrong moment? And that when I actually have a chunk of time to sit and write, it's the last thing I feel capable of doing?
This past weekend is the classic example. We had StepSon this weekend, which always makes it harder to get anything actually typed. Sure, I can brainstorm - but getting actual words on paper is almost impossible. This weekend, though, he had lots of play practices to get to - so that meant stretches of time spent running around, but it also meant stretches of time spent home alone.
On my lunch break Friday, I was fired up. I had the break room to myself, and my pen was flying over the paper as I munched my grapes. I couldn't wait to get home. StepSon was in practice til 9, and hubby would be going to pick him up - which would give me about an hour and a half of complete alone time. My computer is basically in my living room. We only have two bedrooms, and the computer won't fit in either one. The laptop goes where I go, though, so I usually take it outside if the weather's nice so that I can have that 'alone' creative time. Friday night, Hubby wanted to have some 'together' creative time. No problem, I thought. I'll just write a steamy sex scene while he's picking up kiddo.
When they got home, I was asleep on the couch, with my laptop on my stomach. I had written about 50 words - and none of them were worth reading. I thought about staying up, drinking some coffee, getting the juices flowing through my fingers...but hubby won't go to sleep til I do (he'll get in bed and try, but he's not sleeping), and StepSon had on some movie that required a round of machine gun sounds to fill the house every 6.5 minutes. So I went to bed, secure in the knowledge that StepSon would be at practice for 8 hours on Saturday, which would require hubby to make two separate trips to get him. At least an hour apiece.
Saturday morning I was up early, before StepSon, and got on the computer. I was on a roll for about 30 minutes. But then the phone rang, there were problems with some plans we had for the afternoon...schedules had to be re-arranged and I suddenly had only 10 minutes to get dressed and out the door. All day, I had thoughts and ideas percolating in the back of my mind, ready to leap out of my hands. But we
shopped ran errands for about 6 hours before heading home. By the time I was alone and in front of my computer, I could barely remember how to form a complete sentence. And then suddenly, the boys were home with the pizzas and it was movie night. Not to worry - Sunday's only a few hours away!
/sigh. Sunday wasn't much better. I did get some time alone Sunday night while Hubby went to a meeting. Did I feel like writing? No. Did I make myself? Yes.
And all day today at work, I've had the itch. I just need a couple of hours alone with my computer!
Now, where have I heard that before?