As the sweltering summer days roll past I find myself trapped in a very familiar albeit frustrating cycle. During the year (the school year) I tell myself at the end of a long day, "Just wait until summer comes, there will be SO MUCH free time to write and revise". 12 days into said summer and I find myself without the time I so dearly promised to me. Between the never ending house chores, the endearing need to spend every waking second with my kids so that their summer is FANTASTIC , and the basic every day cook , clean , walk the dog I find myself sitting in front my laptop at midnight bleary eyed and foggy brained trying to type up something with depth and feeling but really only managing to bang out some superb typos and nonsensical plot lines. Am I the only one who battles this beast? Would love to hear how some of you out there manage time between living life and making fiction!
Thanks as always for your time!