There is not enough time in the day for me to write. I have all these ideas for books. Some I jot down, most I forget. And there is just not enough time.
Being in the middle of moving house isn't helping too. In between calls from the solicitor ... panic... there's a problem... I'm literally waiting and waiting. It drives me nuts.
So I sit down and keep writing.
I have at least ten books ready to go. These I have written many years ago. I'm waiting on covers for them.
And then there are the books waiting to be edited. Again from being written years ago.
And there are the new books. The ones that come to me at midnight. Not having paper and pen beside my bed, because it's all packed... remember moving house... so I have to get up, turn the computer on, and jot down notes.
After all that, I'm no longer tired, so stay up all night writing.
Then I have more books to edit and do covers for.
It never ends.