The Fates and Furies are doing everything in their power to keep me away from my keyboard.
Working on a short story, I’ve committed myself to writing daily, come hell or high water. But then reality intrudes. Last night, an office party for a departing co-worker keeps me out till bedtime (at my age, one doesn’t screw around with one’s sleep schedule). Tonight, it was the kids’ choir performance that kept me out till after dark (they were great, though…). At this point, the best I’ve been able to do is to squeeze out a few minutes each morning before work. On a good day, I can knock out 100-150 decent words in the ten minutes it takes for my car to warm up. At this rate I’ll finish my story sometime after the next presidential election.
Does anyone else have trouble finding time to write?