I think I'm going to just make a habit of waking up early.
The whole house is sleeping, and the only noise invading drifting through the early morning is the chime of the grandfather clock every fifteen minutes. It's the most luscious sound, full of calm and promise. The perfect time for writing.
I thought today was packed, but items have mysteriously slipped off my to-do list. And I have hopes that homeschooling will soon get easier. Perhaps not this week, but soon.
So it's time to write. Right now. Write now.
I wish you the same leisure... at least an hour to write/paint/sing/listen to music/dance/or whatever suits your soul.