Every year, I look at December and say, “Well, I’m going to take off the last half of the month. No writing for me around Christmas.”
And every year, I always get to the fifteenth (my cut off date) and say, “But I’ve got all these ideas! And they have to come out now! My brain will explode if I don’t write!”
This year, I didn’t even bother. I mean, yes, I still have Christmas shopping to do, and decorations and cookies and candy to finish before my Christmas party on the fourteenth.
But I can’t turn my brain off. The only time I succeeded in not writing when I said I wouldn’t was the first month after Toby was born. I’m fairly convinced that that was because I was just utterly exhausted. My brain couldn’t even process a TV show more complex than Home Improvement. (Yes, I watched all the seasons for the first time during that month.) But once we hit our stride at about six weeks, I went back to my habit of pecking at a computer keyboard in my spare time. Granted, that sparte time has been reduced, but if I find myself with a spare few minutes on my hands while the kid is asleep, or the bread rising, or the glue is drying on an ornament, I’m inevitably drawn back to the keyboard.
Creativity is no respecter of sleep, holidays, or time.
Kinda like kids. 😉