The best way, hands down, to not succeed at writing is to never make time to write. And unfortunately, that is the position that I find myself in this week. Despite my best intentions, I have not written since Sunday. Three days is really not such a long break, but I’m so excited to get back to working on Madeleine and Ferguson’s story, and so a three- (or more likely, five-) day hiatus is frustrating.

Then again, given the state of the economy in general and my expensive tastes in particular, having a day job is a good thing, even if the day job is keeping me so occupied this week that I can’t find time to write. Yes, I could make faster progress on the road to publication if I could devote sixty hours a week to it, but it’s hard to slog down that road if you have scurvy because you can only afford to eat ramen. I suppose I could give up my Sephora habit — but until they develop drugs to help ease the withdrawal pangs I would feel at never buying Nars eyeshadow or Shiseido lipstick again, I’m too hooked to drop it.

What about you? What silly expense are you unwilling to drop?