I was beginning to feel like a cat chasing a mouse - a mouse that had consumed large and regular doses of speed, and was forever just out of reach.
I had rummaged around in the cupboard and brought out every set of cards and runes I owned, but they all said the same thing. Patience.
I couldn't go on much longer. I found I was writing into the night most nights and the house was starting to resemble something out of a horror movie. It was no good - work was getting in the way of everything but there was no solution in sight. My job was too convenient to give up completely and we couldn't manage on one wage - I have a shoe fetish to support.
On Tuesday someone answer a prayer that I have been yelling into the ether for quite a while. On Monday I start a new job. Less hours, more money, less children. What more could I ask? So as from next week I shall have the pure and utter luxury of being a morning blogger. Oh, and I'll be able to get in a few hours writing as well!