Tough to be a Writer

I just read an interesting, funny and engaging article about writing. The first instruction was that to be a writer, you must write every day. The writer has to "just say no" to the demons of folding the laundry, preparing and eating a snack, texting a friend, and the worst offender - perusing their Facebook page. "I need more time than 30 minutes," "I don't feel creative," "I don't remember what I want to write about," and my latest excuse, "I'm more of an editor than a writer," all crop up when I have that 30 minute time span available. Yes, I have promised here before to engage in the writing of my eventual book that will include drama, suspense, weird and wild (ok, interesting) characters, and recipes. The problem is that when I have my waves of creative energy flowing and I'm ready to start writing as soon as I open my back door and sit down at the computer, I may never even get there. Okay, excuses again. I walk through that back door and see the laundry that needs to be folded or remember that the wash needs to go in the dryer. Or, I make it to the kitchen table and see a bill in the mail and have to sit down and write a check. Or, I make it past the table to the kitchen sink and realize that I must clean up the dishes, which leads into deciding what to have for dinner, which leads to me looking in a cook book for recipes ... you can see where I'm headed. So, I might as well spit out what I was thinking of today on my walk that I wanted to enter. I've thought about entering some mystique to my book in answering the question of: What goes on inside each house? Answering that question is not the mystique though, it's the question it presents when you find out what's going on which is: Why? I suppose it's the wanna be psychologist in me. I have known many a wacky individual in my small post office address community, and I have a good enough imagination to add more details as needed. Let me know if you've been intrigued. I would have written this today, but of course as I was entering my driveway a client called and needed clarification of my email address. We took about a half hour of emailing and texting to try to resolve the problem (not happening). During that time Kevin called and then I returned his call and discussed our issues, then I had to get in the shower to go get the girls from school, get them home and go run another errand, to be back at the house to cook dinner. I just sat down half an hour ago. See why it's tough to be a writer?