Chaos and Creativity: How One Stay-at-Home Mom Turns Endless Interruptions Into Her Greatest Writing Asset
So, I tried the opposite — nighttime, after I put the kids down to sleep. But, even then, the tiredness pulled at me, mingling with my guilt, asking me to put my valuable time into other things, like spending time with my husband, a little self-care, the stack of books on my shelf, all calling my name.
It’s not always convenient, and writing often feels as though I’m working on inspiration’s timeline, not my own. Ideas will come seemingly out of nowhere. Divine inspiration, if you will. Insert the Notes app on my phone again. I’d wonder how much of these ideas and thoughts were my own vs what “Eat, Pray, Love” author Elizabeth Gilbert describes as some magical force, wandering the universe, just waiting for some open and willing person to catch hold of it. This idea, as much as I love it, frustrates me sometimes. What I write about is an accumulation of all the experiences and daydreams from childhood, all the ideas that stayed with me and held on while I lived my life. It’s as if they were waiting patiently, un-punishing.
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