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It's hard to believe November is already here. Where the heck did the time go?  At the beginning of October I endeavored to write at least two hours a day, five days a week.  Instead, I was lucky to get in a few hours two days a week. Something always came up.  I'd be okay with this if it was an isolated incident, but it's not.

 I'm insecure that I'll never finish my book because I simply can't find the time to write, and I'm so close at 300 pages.  To make matters worse, my idea journal if filling up fast.  I have so many cool stories I'd like to begin, but my personality is such that I can't take on a new project until I finish the first.  How the heck am I supposed to  accomplish this if I can't find the time to write?  I considered tackling my WIP in the evenings when everyone is in bed, but by that time of night my brain is fried.  I couldn't formulate a sentence if my life depended on it.  What's an Aspiring Novelist to do?  Any suggestions would be welcomed.  Until next time, happy writing.  

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