There just aren't enough hours in the day. I'm sure we've all both heard and said that before. Right now, my heart and mind are so focused on writing, but my body has to go to work, taking those things with it. I try to squeeze in 15 minutes of writing here, 30 minutes of writing there, but seems like just when I get on a roll, it's time to stop. Like now, I only have a few more minutes, then I *have* to get ready for work. Tonight, I'll be typing and have to stop because it will be time for supper, or bed, or something. There's always something. Instead of beating myself up over it though, I'm going to be proud of myself for at least making more time to write. Even in a few minutes a day, I've made progress. I was hoping to be finished compiling the poems for my e-book by now, but no, not yet; however, I've made baby steps in that general direction.