The baby has his hands down his diaper and I don’t have time to write.
I never have time to write, or to practice the banjo, or to mop my floor, or to read Dracula, or to put up art, start a business, shop for clothes that fit, organize the garage, or basically anything that is not treading water and desperately trying to catch up on tasks that keep rolling over and piling up.
How to find the time to make progress? Do things imperfectly. Learn to get to work without having a perfect environment for creativity. Learn to create amidst chaos, noise, and mess. Sounds impossible. But that’s kind of our thing this year….