Today doesn’t count. I didn’t get anything cut at all. But I did spend a good part of the day browsing thrift stores with my family, and we all came home happy and with cheap clothes…that counts for something, right?
I’d really like to know how any woman has a family and a job and writes, or finds time for any other hobby. I keep promising myself when I get done with this, or after that holiday, I’ll have more time. Ha! It never happens! There is never more time!
One writer/mother/wife whose article I read, suggested getting up fifteen minutes earlier. That wouldn’t work, I’d just be a zombie for that much longer. And fifteen minutes, while a decent chunk of real writing time, isn’t enough time to get up to speed. I need an hour or more for that.
I have to find a way. I have to do this!