When it comes to my writing, life gets in the way. I get up, help get my son ready to leave the house, take him to nursery, drop the wife off at work, head to work myself; finish work, entertain an 18-month-old, have dinner, put him to bed; sit down, I should write, but I'll relax for a minute, I'm shattered, and this cold is taking its toll. Before you know it it's bedtime and the day is over and it's another day you have failed to write anything. Of course, you can always set the alarm and get up early. But I struggle with this as I am the worlds worst morning person.