This is a tough one.
“Well, I’ll do the dishes first.”
“The clothes need folded.”
The child wakes up, time to fix breakfast. He wants to use my computer.
These are the sort of things that peck at you, and you wonder if your writing is a waste of time after all. Who wants to read my words? And why am I expending all this energy putting words on a page when there are smarter, wiser, more skilled people doing it already.
This is your self-expression. This is your gift. Did Michelangelo say, “Whoops, my chisel slipped, guess I’m a lousy sculptor?” No, he said “If people knew how much I worked at this it wouldn’t be so wonderful.”
I didn’t know he said that. I figured he always knew he was a genius.
So, hop to. Get with it. Write!