There are always distractions in the writer's life. We battle piles of laundry and stacks of dishes. We duel with classes and jobs and sometimes both. We balance family time with must-read-books and snatches of sleep. And there are always the holidays, reassuring us that nothing beats copious amounts of time spent baking or eating or wrapping or unwrapping.
Somehow we manage. We make time for writing. Some of us steal snatches of time throughout the week. Some of us are binge writers; some of us are daily methodical writers. Some, like the Ken Kisers of the World, block out 12 am - 3 am each night as sacred for the muse. And we know that we bloody well better make time because we're the only ones who care enough to carry the germ of an idea through gestation to birth.
But then there's summer. Grass to be mowed. Sun to wallow in. BBQs to indulge in. And then the water sports, from beach bumming to fishing to dangling pretty painted toes off the dock...
How do you write during the summer? Everyone has a different method, of course, and I'm interested in yours. What do you do in order to ensure that your summer has a slice of the writing life? Or do I have it all wrong? Is summer really any different from December or any other month of the year? Does it come down to will-power, tenacity, and determination once again?