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My day used to start around six in the morning. Or if I was really pushing it, seven. I would wake the children up to get ready for school. By 7:20 I had be on the road to the babysitter’s house and my children’s school. By 7:55 I had to be at work. Really pushing it at 7:59. I’d worked until five in the afternoon. Either I had to go to school until 10 p.m. or go home to cook and do homework. Somehow I wrote more than six books with this schedule.

I had to be on crack.

Now I can actually see the time in my day where I can be a mom, work, and write. The time doesn’t exactly balance out, but there is time to give everything equal measure. For the life of me I can’t find the creative well to write. When I could barely think in coherent sentences I wrote hundreds, thousands of words. Now a week can go by and writing doesn’t even cross my mind. Since I’ve gotten used to my process I’m not really worried about this lull. But the fact is I had this fountain of energy pouring of our my mind and fingers–what it seems like–all the time during this difficult time.

And I’m not necessarily questioning why I’m not writing now-now. It’s March. I just don’t write in March. I tinker. I edit. I angst, but I don’t create in March. When I break into a Big NY I’m going to figure out a way to finagle a schedule around these dry months. (Or just write EARLY) What I’m questioning is where did all the stamina come from.  I should have been exhausted. My brain should have been dribbling at every turn.

What is it about my life being a complete cluster “patch” *Ha. You know that’s not the word I was thinking* that makes me more productive? It’s not a new idea. I’ve always worked better when I had five minutes to write than all day to write. I really want to figure out the key to this conundrum. Is it the feeling I get knowing this is the only time I can write. Is it my way of working out all the kinks of my day to escape into another world that isn’t less demanding, but real on some level. Maybe I can use to my advantage. Or just ask ya’ll to see if I’m the only nut bag who works well under pressure.

When are you the most creative? During peaceful–I’ve got all day to do this–times or when you are down to the wire and it’s now or never?