My rhythm of work seems to involve either a) incredible variety or b) intensive spurts of creation centering around one thing with NO variety. I've been like this since I was little (and got in trouble for not finishing things I started because I tend to go from one thing to another as they interest me - but now I know how to follow this around eventually back to something that needs finishing).
I never log on to my remote computer for accounting at exactly the same time every day. I tend to center around mornings but still - every single day of my life is ordered a little differently. I used to be down on myself about it; now I just go with it.
When it comes to play-work (as opposed to work-work) - which is most everything else I do - I seem to literally ride waves of creative juices until they crash on shore and I paddle out to find the next one. They seem to go in 3-6 week arcs. It will be KNITTING and then WRITING and then INTERIOR DECORATING (with little bits of the other things; this blog is obviously writing though I am in the thick of an interior decorating wave).
I love having the freedom to be able to do this. One of the hardest parts of having so many small kids consecutively was having this part of myself buried. Now I feel like the creative parts of me are gasping in big gulps of air - I'm finally (finally!) able to make curtains and dresses and paint countertops after years of frantically drawing out ideas in notebooks. This is a glorious season I find myself in. Take heart, any person out there with a child under 4.
p.s. I get so into whatever I'm doing that I forget to do things like shower - I walked into Walgreens wearing a red nightie under a red down coat today. "I will not apply lipstick until I can get to the end of making my house beautiful!" seems to be the unspoken perspective of my brain.