Finding a quiet time to write

I’m staying (mostly) on track with my resolution to write 250 words a day and the more I do it the more I realize that the hard part for me isn’t finding the time, but rather finding a quiet time. You see, to really be able to concentrate I need it to be as quiet as possible and unless everybody in the house decides to play sculpture garden for an hour or more that is not going to happen, and I haven’t mastered the art of tuning everything out when I’m trying to be creative. So this is my challenge at the moment.
This morning I decided to try something different: got up early (a sacrifice in an of itself for this night owl) and wrote for about 45 minutes before work. With hubby and the furries snoozing I was actually able to turn out a page and a half of work and finish the chapter! It was wonderful. Thoughts flowed, plot points lined up, and words didn’t get lost in some murky abyss. The fact that I started the day doing something just for me put a smile on my face and made me feel more accomplished than I usually do before leaving the house in the morning.
So here I am, eating strawberries for lunch and pondering whether I should set my alarm an hour early to write a part of my routine. Getting up is never fun, but this is something worth suffering for. Decisions, decisions…