Time.

Spending too much of it on all the wrong things. Some of them are worthwhile doing, like the day job for instance, and building bee hives, and reading other writers' work and giving them feedback, and spending time doing Stuff with them indoors over the holidays, but when was the last time I wrote anything? It was so many weeks ago I can't remember. Think about it a lot though, especially in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping.

Love this. Crack open the wine Bernard.