Because of many reasons, I end up writing at the end of the day these days, squeezed between lists and meals. It won't be for too long, at least I hope it won't be.
It's not easy staying mindful when there are so many things to do, that I forget where to pick up from. I guess I have to remember that it is about progress not perfection. While this snatching away of these writing moments is sometimes beneficial - it focuses one's attention, at other times it feels like a deception. It's not that you aren't giving time. It's that there are other things in your head. And while you're in front of your computer, you're not really there.
I guess a simple list-taking activity should help assuage these feelings. Maybe this is all a part of engaging with the writing process, training myself to write. It has been only 13 days but feels like much longer. Maybe it's back to early mornings for me, who knows. We'll find out.