I think this month has been the worst month ever for writing. One chapter written. ONE. *hangs head in shame* And its not from lack of want, or the need to write, because it's totally there.
Life has thrown me so many curves in the past month it's hard to keep my head straight. There's been family ups, downs, and sidewayses--I mean, I'm on hold with the high school, RIGHT NOW, trying to get my daughter's schedule figured out. Then there's been a couple developments in the writerly stuff too. Crazy developments that came ot of left field and smacked me upside the head. Jury's out on whether I love or hate this moth yet.
I'm starting to feel like the owl in the publishing world process meme thingy going round:
What do you do when your real life is cutting in on your writing time to the point where there just isn't any left? How do you carve time out to be creative when you're dodging curve balls coming at you?