I'm feeling like a big ole fraud in calling myself a writer. The fraudulent part of it is that I don't remember the last time I actually sat down and wrote more than a paragraph (or a blog entry - do those count?). The problem isn't time it's energy. I have none.

Miss E has nightmares you see, so, even though she sleeps for a good 12 hours at night she has anywhere up to and over five nightmares which not only wake me but require I actually get up and do something. Not only that, but I'm a night person. Always have been and, since having a baby, I cherish my nights even more because (as I'm sure you know if you have kids) this is the biggest (and sometimes only) block of time I have to myself without having to deal with someone else's needs.

Of course there are 101 things I want to do with this block of time and none of them include sitting still and thinking through a storyline. So, while I technically have time to write I have nothing *to* write.

In all honesty I don't know how people do it. How do you fit raising a young child full time, household duties and raising a husband in with writing? Seriously, I need to know!