I'm not very good at it. The novel continues forward, slowly, in fits and starts. I've got about 1200 words of chapter five written, which is good. But when I come home from work, eat dinner, and immediately get back to work with my laptop while sitting at the dining room table, it tends to push aside the activities I'd rather be doing, such as writing.
Such is life. I'll get through this wave of busy-ness, and restore the balance once again. Or, I'll go crazy. If you read about me in the headlines, you'll which happened first.