Recently, I have developed a pattern of being creative where I am least able to take advantage of the muse that besets me. That is to say, all my best ideas happen at work when I am... well working on things other than writing.

So, to better take advantage of this I keep an appropriate supply of writing materials in my car and I dash out at lunch to jot down all that I can in my limited 30 minutes. Remarkably, I have actually been pretty productive behind the wheel of my stationary car. (pun intended)

Alas, upon reaching home where I can convert my auto-induced creative contributions to my current Zara project, I find that my muse must somehow be trapped in the parking lot at work. She certainly is not anywhere to be found in the vicinity of my computer at home.

At any rate, this condition has been vexing me for a few months though I am still making progress. It is just that the gears of creativity grind to a halt at an inopportune time...

Funny thing happened tonight however. That grinding crunch I kept hearing behind my right ear when I sit down at the computer.. turns out it's not my creativity wheels grinding to a halt so much as it is one of my three kids eating dry cereal about six inches behind my ear. That accompanying droning noise? Turns out it to be one of my youngin's pestering me about how long it is going to be before they can get on iTunes and/or YouTube.

I think a solution might have just suggested itself.