Since the age of twelve I have found it calming and cathartic to pick up a notebook and start writing a story. Most people called me a nerd or a bookworm or other names I don’t care to mention but I always felt like it was what worked for me. After I went to college to become a teacher and learned the symptoms of ADD as part of my curriculum as a middle school teacher I realized that some of those symptoms really described what I went through as a student. Now, as an adult I have about ten million responsibilities on a daily basis. I have two small children, one who just turned nine yesterday and the other who turned six in October. Between taking care of them, providing a clean home and good food for my husband and designing lesson plans for my classes I really have almost no time for writing and yet it calls me all the time. I want to write at the most inappropriate times. I will be teaching a class and see a student do something and think about jotting it down for no reason. I will be talking about one subject and a random thought will pop into my mind and I will want to sit down and write it down and get it out of me. Unfortunately, since I teach and I really can’t do that without the students either thinking I am crazy or the principal getting on me for not doing my job, I lose a LOT of good ideas. Sometimes I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse? It seems to only hit me when I don’t have the opportunity to write it down and then when I do have the time to write it down I am so distracted by the trappings of every day life, such as housework, laundry, and unfortunately but believable social media that I don’t pay the attention to writing that I need to. My muse is a fickle little miss and I need to find a way to pay attention to her that warrants the random thoughts but also gives me time to take care of my family, any suggestions?