Creativity...

Heyo.

Recently thinking how creativity is impish. Inconveniently so.

Like when every Friday I clean the basement and pretty every time I am almost done, straight in the middle of vacuuming, song lyrics get stuck in my head. Never a whole song, maybe there is one good phrase (and I can't sing it), but I have some words. It feels like scheduled randomness.

Or the moment I think of the perfect plot point in my novel, I am without writing instruments on a walk or other such nonsense (like, in a pool)

Don't even get me started about school. How the second I am productively studying the creativity flows and the school stops. DAAAAAH. Seriously, I want to have a normal life, a steady job. I DO NOT WANT TO FAIL OUT OF SCHOOL.

Such an Imp.

Then there are the moments you are finally getting some long over-due sleep. It is late and ideas, inspiration hits and forces you to record the thoughts. At that point it is less imp and I am more slave.

Tonight. I am working on editing and either I am ADD or I am lazy, because I can't keep my word doc open. The imp is gone, because I want it to be here. Now. With me. And it hates schedules. My goal is to get through one round of edits before school starts next Monday. I think this is good. I am just having trouble balancing staying on task and not scheduling creativity. In other words keeping off pinterest, but not stressing.

It does not always listen to my rules though. Hope that it lets me finish this time. I am counting on completed edits this week.

Come on, Imp.

<3 Lissa

P.S. Tomorrow I am getting up at five-thirty to work out a the YMCA. yaaaay. Glad to get that done early. So not ready to be up that early.