Driving in My Kitchen

So, we're renting this box in Arizona, supposedly to visit the Grandparents, but one is in the hospital and the other is always visiting, so get togethers are rare. The kids can't play outside because of traffic and the freak storm that filled the back yard like a canal. Do you know what it's like to live on a houseboat with toddlers? Besides, it's COLD outside, even with the sun. So, no shorts, no swimming, no playing, no visiting. What's a girl to do?!?
After days of TBN (thank God for the TBN toddler station) - we go SHOPPING!!! But there's something wrong with the baby. He won't stop crying and I don't know why. So, no sooner do we arrive, than we have to leave and return to the box.

For 2 nights, I've been sitting at the kitchen table working on station #8 and I get nowhere. I just fall asleep in my notes and go to bed at 10:00 pm. I think I'm having a writer's block. So the 3rd night, I try something different. Instead of writing sitting, I pace, keep moving, except that the baby's crib is in the kitchen and he's asleep (because he's sick and up at night coughing and crying, so I moved him from the others). So, I'm walking with a flashlight (on to see my notes, off when the baby stirs) and, what do you know, I GET something - a beautiful melody. Then the light goes on in my head and I realize I can't write with my head in notes, I have to drive, fly, or walk with my eyes and heart to the world. I have to feel it, live it and let it come ALIVE. This doesn't happen on paper.