I’m starting to notice an unsettling habit amongst the female writers I follow who also happen to be parents of small children. They all seem to get up at ungodly hours in order to practice their craft. I can see, on some levels, how this would be ideal. You would be alone, which would mean not having to field umpteen questions about food, play dates or the location of one particular sock. Where I get stuck is how one puts it into practice. The biggest stumbling block for me is coffee.