I want to write constantly these days and I have to go to work, or to sleep, or to the dentist.
The dog wants a run and I have to wash my hair some time this week. You know the little things.
But when I can sit and write and really get into a story its the best feeling. The world just disappears.
Then its four hours later and the dog wants a run and my hair still needs to be washed. I have to take a shower and do the laundry and go to bed so I can get up and go to work again.
It's a mad scramble of priorities. A constant challenge...and I'm loving every minute of it.