Time has been especially unforgiving as of late. Work, kids, exercise, quality time with my wife, reading, beta-reading; where am I supposed to find the time to write? In a balancing act of tiered priorities, it’s difficult finding enough time to do quality writing.

I’ve often heard of the upside of waking early to write before the rest of my day starts. Such a concept is hard to execute when you’ve spent several decades never being a morning person. “If it’s important, you’ll make time for it.” That’s a valid point, but one that exists in a vacuum. Often, when I do finally find time to write, my energy level is to a point where the car is running but without anyone in the drivers seat.

Worse off, is that I feel the unfulfilled need to write taxes my overall happiness. To do myself a favor, and my family a favor, I should be more creative in find good times to do some productive writing. Will I? Who knows. I better do something because regardless, Father Time matches forward, indifferent.