> I wish my parents could just live their lives without being in each other's way

> I wish for my mother to be happy

> I wish for my sister to find her way

> I wish for my boyfriend to become a great photographer

> I wish I could write better and more 

That's it really, no need to spend any money, is there. Sadly, I think that at least two of these wishes won't come true.
As for the writing, my day job just kills all the motivation left over at the end of a working day. It's been so bad lately, that I didn't know where to start in the morning and where to end. I've not sent anything off for a while, I've lost complete touch with my writer's group, I've got three projects going at the same time that are endless work in progress. I guess I am just exhausted. And all these successful writers who always advise ver so wisely "Set yourself a daily word limit", yeah, like what, 20 words? When and how do they do it? How many hours does their day have when they come home at night?
I was in bed with a terrible flu three days over the weekend and did not have the strength to pick up a book or a pen, and frankly, could not be bothered either. I didn't even have strength to watch telly. This blog entry, that no one will ever read, is the only piece of creative writing I have produced in over a week, apart from feverish scribblings in my notebook when boredom got the better of me last Saturday night. Oh I did one thing, I sent a manuscript of poems of to an editor in Canada, so at least I've done something. I think I might have to give up this day job and go and work at Waterstones, or as a waitress. I am sure I'd be happier.