Just another day in paradise

I know I should write everyday. I know I should be more disciplined and have a fixed time to write. Eat my vegetables, drink more water to flush my kidney stones, yada yada. But there is way too much to do in a day. I hear the cautions of full-time writers telling me that in order to write I must make the time. I don’t know where to steal the time from to make it “writing time.” Between keeping a house, working part-time, looking for work, paying bills, and living, I just can’t seem to figure out where to put the work. There are pieces scattered all over the house. Some are not even typed up yet. Where do I begin? Perhaps for now drinking a glass of water and going to bed.