I hate having to admit that I haven't had as much time to work on my book-in-progress as I would like. The best excuse is that I picked up a little side writing job (one that actually pays weekly, albeit a minimal amount), so starting from when I get the assignment, that takes priority so I'll be sure it's done by the due date. The not-so-good excuse: bah, I just have a lot of STUFF going on.
I have a wedding to attend today (and yet, I'm still parked on my couch in my PJs). The rehearsal dinner for said wedding (I'm not in the wedding party, but my husband is) took up a large chunk of Friday. I'm leaving Thursday afternoon to go to an oyster festival and a yarn convention, and I won't be home until Sunday. I'll have the laptop with me, but I'm not sure how much writing I'll get done with other people around.
In a way, though, having all these other things going on has been beneficial. My weekly writing assignments are nicely broken down into ten different chunks. Sometimes I create the schedule of completing two per night, and once I hit that, I'm already in a good writing routine, so I can go back to working on the book. If I know something time-consuming is coming up, it can have the effect of making whatever writing time I squeeze in more productive. For example, I had plans with my mother last night, and I really wanted to finish up the chapter I'd been working on. She surprise!texted me to tell me she'd be at my house an hour earlier than expected. I worried for a moment or two, but guess what? The chapter got done.
I do have the added bonus of not having to get this book done by a specific deadline. That said, I'd prefer not to spend the rest of my life writing it. It'll get done, I know, but things just keep getting in the way!