I am finding that if I do a little bit of writing during the day while it's sandwiched between completing other tasks, I get it done. But on days like Saturday where I do a little bit of cleaning around the house and then laze around with my three-year-old, playing and watching TV, absolutely no writing gets done.
I've been trying for basically my whole life to be an early riser. It's never worked out well for me. I knew that if I just got up at 6am instead of 7 or 7:30am, I could get so much more done and still not be rushed to leave for work at 8am. Despite knowing that, when the time came to jump out of my cozy, warm bed, I failed to do so. I'd hit snooze (at least three times) and curl back up. My little black cat, Bob, is an enabler, too.