I'm in the middle of some heavy edits and rewrites, and I find I work best right after my kids are lovingly tucked into bed for the night (awake kids + writing = no good). Go figure.
I call this my "me" time and the kids know not to mess around with mama's "me" time. They're good kids and usually go right to sleep (kids not going to bed + screwing around during mama's "me" time = one pissed off mama). They know better.
So last night I was working on said edits when I looked at the clock and was like, "Holy crap! It's 1:30 in the morning!" Because I have to get up early every morning to get kids ready and out the door, I decided that even though the ideas were flowing and rewrites were progressing at a relatively awesome pace, I should go to bed. "I will wake up refreshed and work on these rewrites in the morning and all will be right in the universe." So that's what I did. I put a cap on my creativity, went to bed, slept well (thank you) and have now sent kids off to school.
I am alone.
Now it is time to put on my creativity hat and get down to work... except my brain is no longer cooperating. All those amazing ideas I had last night, all those twists and turns I'd worked out in my mind right before succumbing to unconsciousness... gone. I can't quite remember a dang one and as I stare at my blinking cursor all I can think about is why? Why did I go to bed? Sleep is for pansy's. You idiot! You've experienced this before. You should've known better! But it is too late and so now, while I fight to remember all the goodness I thought up last night, I will do what normal people do under such circumstances and will watch a little HULU. I may even pop over to Netflix for a bit. Youtube sounds intriguing as well.
Darn you stupid brain! We had a good thing going last night and you ruined it!
Does this ever happen to you? Do you have a solution for stupid brain syndrome? What's your favorite show on Netflix?