When I was growing up I would have thought it amusing that now I have to make a plan to write. Writing and reading were like breathing to me, something you do without even thinking about it. This lasted all the way through college until I was out on my own. Now I had time: I set everything up at my kitchen table...and nothing. I couldn't write. Part of my writing life was having life going on all around me in my large family and college dorm. I was so lonely on my own I couldn't focus enough to write anything. My writing dwindled to poetry and then to nothing.
So! I will write every morning in my quiet time here in my busy house before everyone wakes for the day. It is a beautiful peaceful inspiring time to write and then when everyone wakes and the bustle begins...I can write because I'm not lonely anymore.