I have mentioned it before but I face it again. My creative bucket is nearing empty. I find myself craving alone time so I can fill my creative bucket.
The problem is simple. It is summertime. The children are home. I have a great relationship with them. I want to spend with them. They want to spend with me. So I am talking with one of them. or all of them, all the time. There is never quiet, alone time. Without alone time, my bucket never fills up.
Which wouldn't be a problem except for the promises I made to others and myself. I promised to work on publishing my memoir. I promised to start writing my new teen fiction novel. I promised to write the curriculum for next years vacation bible school. Where I will find the inspiration, I don't know.
The other side of the problem is this -- the added stress of the cancer and fibro pain and worry for children - scoops out any creativity in my bucket. I do find time to meditate, blog or pray and little bits of creativity creep in and leak into my bucket. I cling to those beads of creative moisture.
I need to work on a method of instantly filling my bucket. I need a method or idea that will generate creative thought and energy with simplicity. Perhaps one of those beads moisture will yield a good idea.