Hubby and I were talking about this the other night. I’ve been doing some major reorganizing around yonder Hoffman Haus. While I do my best writing in the early morning, 6-7AM, I do my best cleaning/organizing in the evening. I’m not sure why I’m wired this way. But if I try to do laundry or whatever in the morning, I get distracted WAY to easily. Every shiny object pops up, vying for my attention.
My inner monologue ends up going something like this:
“I should do laundry. There are dishes in the sink. I need a cup of coffee. Why is there crud stuck to the inside of this cup? We should try a different brand of soap. I should feed the cat. The plants outside need water. Get out of my way, dog! Go lay down! I need to get ready for work. Does my car need gas? I don’t have to leave for another hour and a half. Do we have any English muffins left in the fridge? I should eat breakfast. Do I have any clean pants to wear? I should really do a load of laundry.”
But at night, I’m too tired to think. If I plan on doing a load of laundry, that’s what I do. There’s no rambling dialog inside my head. Throw clothes in washer. Boom! That’s it.
However, the opposite seems to be true, when it comes to my writing. All that inner morning chatter is incredibly useful. I come up with ideas. I have a place to channel the weirdness that is me. If I try to write at night, I end up staring at the screen, then heading straight to the Internet. My mind can’t focus on creative tasks in the evening.