I’m sitting here, thinking “this article sounds terrible” and I can’t focus!” and “Aaaaaargh, Max forgot his football stuff”… which I know that many Mom/Writers can relate to. I have been trying to write a thoughtful article to follow up on last week’s Breastfeeding one, and YOU KNOW that when I write about breastfeeding I step on people’s toes anyway, so I have to be careful! I’ll just say THANK YOU for all of your valuable insights in comments, they will be carefully considered, and an article will come soon discussing what everyone said.
So today, at the last minute, our theme is “Why Can’t I Get An Hour Of Peace And Quiet To Write? And How Come, When I Do, I Can‘t Write Anything?”
* I have been helping out at school, for an hour three days a week. I love this! I get to meet my youngest son’s friends and help everyone to read and comprehend better. I am crazy about reading, and helping kids to read confidently is really important to me.
* I am taking care of my grandmother, for about one or two hours EVERY day. I make sure she takes her medicine, do her groceries and banking, and cook her a really healthy lunch. Then we search for lost things, she repeats herself ten times, loses things again, etc. We have a cup of tea and I hug her and tell her I love, love, love her.
* Housework, groceries, sudden lost shoes. School meetings. Sundry emergencies.
* Three sons
* Editing (!) the National Childbirth Trust’s Dorset Newsletter. Have I bitten off more than I can chew here? A terrifying prospect.
* THE GYM, which I joined two weeks ago and have to been twice. Shameful! I need the exercise, must get there more often.
* Reading: I try to keep informed, and read the big fat newspapers. And books.
* The internet. Facebook is nice when you have just moved to another country, but it’s a real sucker of time. Thank goodness, I have no twitter and I’ve deleted Google Buzz (yes you can!)
* Yoga. Must do more.
* Other matters on my mind. Fortunately, my husband is away at the moment or he would be feeling ignored, poor guy! We all miss him.
Now, all of these things are totally doable. I am ashamed to say that my writing is suffering, but writing is a creative thing and I feel like Scotty, trying to get the Enterprise going to Warp 9 when the old brain is clearly doing Warp 3 due to the drain on the main generators (I‘m sorry, captain, I just haven‘t got the power!)
I sit, and I stare at the screen. I have important things to say, and when I say them, they sound whiny and garbled. So I check Facebook for, um, inspiration? And say “Nan is happy the sun is shining!” when really I want to say “AAAAARGH!”
I have some solutions. Writing will still take place in those two hours before the kids get back from school, but all Facebooking and non-essential emailing will happen in the morning before 7.00, and yes, that means getting up a little earlier.
The Newsletter is hanging over me. I have done plenty of research and have a general plan, but I think it’s time to get down to the nitty gritty and churn something out, put the articles and ads and things together. I may need to pull an all-nighter here. Once I’ve done that, I know I won’t feel so overwhelmed, and it will be easier to continue.
I will do my yoga before I go to bed, even if I’m pooped, because I sleep so much better when I do… and then I’m not so pooped! Yoga is good for creativity, too.
It may not sound like much, but I have a feeling just those few little changes will free up some of my brain power, and my creative juices will flow again.
by Nan Sheppard
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