Nothing like six inches of snow glazed over by a sheet of ice to slow things down in the Carolinas. Luckily, I’m right where I want to be, with a cozy fire in the fireplace (I have to imagine a woodsy crackle in place of the hiss of gas), poodles on either side, and a laptop at the ready. Ye Olde Day Job is shut down, and may be tomorrow, too. In other words, nothing’s standing between me and my current WIP for once.
All too often, writing gets pushed to the bottom of the to-do list, trumped everything but the giant cobweb on the bedroom ceiling. And then there’s the guilt–guilt for writing when you should be doing something else, and even more guilt for not writing enough. But today, it’s all good. And hey, if I’m off tomorrow, I may even get around to sweeping that cobweb.
How do you make time for writing?
Sydney L. Carroll 
In my case, it is how do I make time for chores — those cobwebs have been around so long they are part of the decor. So you would think I churned out a dozen pages every day. Not so. I need to turn off every app on my computer except Word, and then maybe I’d not be tempted to e-mail friends and play Yarnz until my husband clears his throat and wonders if I am “too busy” to go to the store.