Can’t write in the morning, too antsy. Sun is shining, want to go out in the back yard, want to clean house (okay, maybe want is too strong a word), want to do anything but be in the chair at the computer. Even though I limit myself in other activities, when I get to the computer, I still have trouble focusing.

Can’t write in the afternoon. Have to take a nap, my reward for waking early/staying late at school for the last ten months. I read, sleep, wake up a little groggy. Can’t write then, either.

Can’t write in the evening. My husband is home, watching TV and you know I might miss something if I don’t join him. Plus we have that huge DVD collection going to waste if I don’t watch a movie a night.

My best time to write is at night. Son goes to bed, husband is asleep on the couch, and I can get in the zone.

Still, I feel like I’m wasting time during the day, not writing. So today, after my errands, I’m pulling out the timer. 45 minutes in the chair, 15 minutes out (or to check email or whatever). I’m determined to ride the wave of excitement I have for this book.