Hello, Jean. How fun this is! It's like being at a slumber party with strangers, where disembodied voices come out of the night to inspire me with a sense of wonder. I hear the longing for company in your voice and Linda's which we all experience from time to time when we feel like we're the only ones awake.
I'd like to respond to the question of why Writes are difficult. They are difficult for the same reason it's stressful to get up and dance when you and your partner are the only ones on the floor. There's something about facing a blank sheet of paper which calls for some sort of performance.
But the answer to both situations is to surrender to the music. Let the voice in your mind lull you, so that it is only for you to follow. You don't have to know the steps or the answers. Only the questions.
The other stumbling block is of course, time. How do you fit the minutes in for musing when the wash needs to get done and the boss has moved up the deadline? I've found that even though I resist sometimes, I'm always glad when I've put my writing at the top of the list. That comes under the heading of putting on your own mask first, before helping others. If you do that, it's amazing how much more effective you are at working down the page of other obligations.
Keeping talking, everyone. I love slumber parties. Donna