Rainy Saturday

Finding the time to write when there are so many other commitments in life is hard. Everyday I go to work and every night I think that I will write a new chapter, or do some edits on another work in progress, but before I know it, the day has passed and I am so sleepy when I finally sit down to write that the words are blurry on the screen. I wonder if that is how it was for some of the greats?