where does it all go?

During the day I always feel like I could write, if I could just get away from work and have time to do it. It's all I can think of during the day - how much I wish I could be writing. In the evening, once I've gotten home, fed the cats, made and eaten dinner, talked with The Boy, had a shower, and sat down with my laptop... it's like every writing thought I had during the day has just slipped from my mind and vanished down the drain.

I know I've whined about this before. But it's really very frustrating.

Inevitably, I will start to hit my groove again right about the time I need to be going to bed. That's always how it works.