One of the biggest dangers to a writer is distraction. I have no idea how young mothers with little children manage. Perhaps being young is the secret????
I had a lovely morning this morning at the Yungaburra markets, buying all kinds of vegetables and fruit and homemade jams, as well as plants and locally made ciabata bread and biscotti (there's a strong Italian community in FNQ). Afterwards we read the weekend papers at a cafe while we enjoyed coffee and cake, and then on the way home we called in at the local sawmill and bought timber to make rustic garden seats.
This afternoon I've changed "Lizzie" to "she", and "Jack" to "he" and... then changed them back again... sigh... and not much more.