I stayed up to almost 1AM last night writing. I wish that my inspiration kept banker's hours. The Thanksgiving holiday has definitely cramped my writing routine. Relatives visiting, endless cooking, dishwasher running non-stop, cold weather keeping everyone trapped inside, and the kids complaining that they're 'bored' and wanting you to entertain them, have all disrupted what was a good daily writing routine for me. It's only after the kids have gone to bed and the fire has died down to a bed of glowing embers that I find myself able to emerse myself back into the world of my novel. I still have to fight off fatigue and the growing list of things that need to be fixed around the house, but I find time to write. Unfortunately it is in the wee hours of the morning. I should have been a banker.