Where does it go? This time? Huh? When did life manage to fly passed me and turn me old? And so busy? And achy ’cause I’m old and super busy??
This is what writers do, right? Complain about all the time they DON’T have!
It’s like written in the WRITER’S RULE BOOK. You know the book, right? You got it when you decided to go wild and become a writer, right?
One of the first rules is – complain about not having enough time for writing. It might not be the first rule, but it’s right up there – probably somewhere between – must have a high threshold for solitude, and - must enjoy the company of imaginary people.