I really have to apologize. It seems like I do that a lot.
Yesterday I started bottling spaghetti sauce. This morning the internet isn't working correctly. So this post is late.
It might seem like an excuse, but more and more I find myself struggling to balance everything. I do not have a husband, children or any job except my writing, but even with those advantages it's not easy. Balancing my writing time with making a living (skimpy as that living may be) and taking care of the house, the yard, the cat, ageing parents, doing the grocery shopping and the cooking and laundry...I might as well have kids.
Ideally my writing time starts at nine. From nine to noon I'm working (i.e., doing the stuff that makes money) and the rest of the time I'm writing. Maybe. Or checking my stats on Amazon or studying or editing or trying to figure out marketing.
That stuff is supposed to be before nine, but somehow that never happens. There's just too much to do.
Then this morning I had an epiphany. I need to get up two hours earlier. If I got up at five (or four, or three) I'd be able to do all the stuff I'm supposed to do and also manage to keep my writing time. Whoopee! Problem solved!
Except...I'd have to go to bed earlier, which would break into my writing time.
And then it occurred to me that I'm turning into my mother, up at the crack of dawn just so she can get a few minutes for herself. I wonder if she'd mind company? :)