Something strange I've noticed about myself is my unwillingness to be creative on happy, sunny, responsibility-free Saturdays, but feel more creative when I'm unhappy, miserable, and should be doing something else.
I don't know why. It's a really strange phenomenon, and it takes something of a mental trick for me to convince myself to actually work on writing on the weekends.
This is how I think:
"It's Saturday! I have plenty of time to write! But wait...if I go write, then I'll never get out of the house, and end up grumpy. I know; I'll go to Starbuck's/Panera/wherever! I won't be so distracted there! But wait; that means getting out into traffic. I -hate- traffic. Absolutely loathe it. Plus it would be cheaper to eat at home.
"Maybe I could go through the drive through and bring the coffee back here! That won't take long! But then I'll still have to be in traffic.
"But I'm tired of staying in my cozy house. I want to get out for a little bit. So I'll just stay at Starbuck's!
"But then the last load of clothes won't get folded. I can watch _____ while I fold clothes! That sounds like a great idea!!
"But I wanted to check out that new health food store. Maybe my hubby wants to go, or I can talk him into going; I don't want to visit there alone! But Panera, SB, the book store, and all the rest are in the same outdoor mall. So I should really just leave him here.
"But that STILL involves traffic!! I *hate* traffic!!"
"I'll just stay home and take a nap, even though I'm already dressed and really SHOULD work on SOMETHING."
Augh....I'm my own worst frustration. x_x;;;;;