Maybe I should go back to napping every day. It would leave me with some get-up-and-go in the evenings, after the children are tucked in and settled down.
Which is pretty much the only time I have the quiet and space necessary to do creative things that involve my mind.
Like stringing together sentences. Coherent sentences. Or deciphering sewing patterns. Or doing something other than staring blankly at a screen or a book.
Without a nap, 7PM finds me like a stalk of limp celery. Half hanging over the edge of the refrigerator shelf.
Limp celery is incapable of creativity.
Or rational thought.
Or any thought, for that matter.
There are about a hundred things that I’d like to do this evening ::
(let’s make a list, shall we?)
- work on the slipcover I’m sewing for an armchair (out of a painter’s drop cloth!)
- finish the doll dress I’m making for Amelie’s birthday
- work on putting together the Easter program for church
- blog about something other than the immediate bleary-eyed and unfocused sensations that manage to reach a muddled brain
- write a novel, just like that
- practice (boy, that’s a novel idea)
- make something pretty
- cook something yummy
- CREATE SOMETHING (this one counts for the other 92 things on my list of 100…in case you were counting…um, I actually had to take a minute to do the math, correctly)
I suppose I should remember that I am currently involved in an full-time creative project. Called gestation.
But I have more untapped creativity! I do!
It’s just that it’s only available at about 10AM.
How do you make an appointment with peace and quiet at 10AM, and (possibly more tricky) how do you get 7PM’s work-done/deeds-finished/creativity-ready self to show up?