The problem with being creative is that one rarely stops at one thing.
So, I write. And I love writing. Writing is probably my number one hobby, and has been for some years now. However, tonight I started a new cross stitch. And tomorrow I have dance class, and I was meant to practise this evening. Also, I have Welsh on Thursday and I haven’t done my homework yet, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow before work.
Obviously, my novel hasn’t got a look-in. This is a terrible state of affairs, but I’m a writer, a stitcher, a dancer and a linguist. Oh, and I guess I have a job and a partner and other mundane things that should probably take up some of my time. Eating and sleeping would be good too.
Bring on the 36-hour day!