Every now and again I run into a problem that has been the bane of authors throughout time – real life. It shouldn’t be such a complicated issue, but somehow this certain aspect of life gets in the way of releasing the creative process. No, I’m not talking about writer’s block (for me, there’s plenty of action going on in my brain to write plenty of novels), it’s the time and energy to get them all written out if for no other reason than to unclog the thinking process for something equally important – where did I put my keys?
When I first started seriously writing, I would write a chapter (often two or three) a night after a full day’s work and running the kids here, there and everywhere. I’d heard others talk about not being able to find the time to devote to their craft and my thought was immediate, “You’re kidding, right? How can you not?” Now though I’ve found that I’ve hit that wall and I’m stumped to find a solution. Should I chase the family out of the house for an hour a day? Drink coffee starting at 6pm and hope it wears off by two so I can get at least four hours sleep before loading up on caffeine starting it all over again? Pray to the writer gods that they have mercy on me? Okay, so maybe that middle solution isn’t so practical, but it’s a thought, right?
I honestly do miss those late night writing sessions where my dear sweet hubby would smile and say sleepily, “I’m going to bed, Wifey. Don’t stay up too late.” And my response would often be, “Uh huh” with a belated “’night!” a good half hour later when my brain finally filtered through the brief exchange. I got a lot done and even though I’d stagger into bed at two in the morning, I’d wake up several hours later ready to get the kids off to school and head out for work – no massive coffee intake required. Now I feel lucky to get a new chapter written once a week, with editing a matter of looking up into the night sky to see if the stars have aligned to see if I have a shot. Honestly, it’s ridiculous. I can find twenty minutes to take a shower without being interrupted (uh, mostly); I should be able to find the time in my fully alert, wakeful hours to create, right? Alas, that might not be so. Short of taking a night or weekend to myself and hiding away in some cabin somewhere to finish a project (and didn’t that work out well for the guy in “Misery”), I’m going to have to resort to good old fashioned creativity… or growls… either or, I’m determined to get back to work with Led Zeppelin and AC/DC playing in the background. After all, that’s how it started in the first place… if the iPod’s playing, Mom’s creating – DO NOT DISTURB!!!