Today I must mow lawns, trim edges, plant a mandavilla that's been sitting on my porch since Friday, and otherwise deal with the real side of the universe. While this sometimes makes me a bit insane if I'm working on something, it's also good for me.

Balance is all. Balance real with imaginary, otherwise there isn't anything in the imagination from which to draw. Live, and then write. Then live again. Work, play, and sleep. If a writer gets too caught up in writing, he just might miss the next inspiration.

I have to keep reminding myself of that.

With that said, I always take the morning to deal with writing, even if I don't put a single word of text on the screen. I find that waking to write makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning. So, coffee and cig in hand, I turn on the computer, check emails, and anything I've put up for crit, and then think a bit about whatever that inspires.

I don't work to music, but to the silence morning engenders in my home. I used to work to music. I wonder why that changed?

If I spend the afternoon at the computer, I mix in some housework, and critiques to do for others, and then concentrate on my project. If this lasts into the evening, I usually have so much written I know it's going to be bad. I do try to get off the computer before I feed my family and spend the evening with them, but sometimes I'm just too caught up in the world in my head. It's difficult to maintain balance.

Just keep writing.