I am a work-at-home mom. My work day starts when my husband and my mother leave for work, and my oldest goes to school. I have an “office” in the downstairs portion of the house, but we have no heat in the bottom part of the house so the office is pretty much useless for 6 months out of the year. As a result, I usually work in the dining room, where I can set up my laptop and my various planners on the big dining room table. Sometimes, I set myself up and go to work and unless I am working on something very specific I wind up staring at the blank screen for hours.
Be it a “writer’s block” or a “designer’s block”, I just can’t seem to produce anything worthwhile. So I usually wind up looking for inspiration, and then everything I do as a result of the inspiration seems like a cheap knock off. I scrape it, and start from scratch. And the process repeats itself, and usually the day is wasted. When my house chores pop up I tend to push all work thoughts aside and focus on helping with homework, cooking, and doing my daily 30 minute clean up.
When the day winds down, I am finally able to do my evening routine to get ready for the next day. This includes doing a final email check to catch any strays that I have missed (and because I hate waking up to a cluttered inbox), reviewing my to do list for the next day and a half hour in the bathroom all to myself. Bedtime rolls around. And THAT’s when it happens.
I lay in bed, trying to go to sleep, and my mind takes a life of its own. It starts wandering off in all sorts of directions and a multitude of ideas start popping into my head. Suddenly, I have 5 ideas for blog posts, 3 great looking designs that I could use in my printables, or a website template or Facebook cover images. Somehow amazingly, I have not one, not two but 4 great ideas that could grow into a book that I am going to publish one day. I have the urge to get up and get to work but the heat is off by that time, so is the internet and I am pretty sure my mother wouldn’t understand that my muse likes to show up right when everyone else goes to bed.
If I don’t write all these ideas down to review them next morning chances are I will forget all about them, no matter how much I rack my brain in futile efforts to remember. It’s like my mind the next day becomes a Borg and chants: “Remembrance is futile. We are The Borg.”
My (not the happiest) solution is to try and jot the ideas down in Springpad/Evernote. However, my husband swears up and down that I am attached to my phone at the hip. Turning on the light and writing them down in a notepad is not really an option as we sleep in the living room. (Living arrangements for the moment ><) and I don’t have a place to put the said notepad and pen.
Why does my mind torture me so? Why can’t I have all those great ideas when I am working, not when I am trying to go to sleep? Anyone else suffering from this? Or am I alone? Am I handling it the wrong way?