How do I make time?

Make time? How do I make time? Is there a recipe for it? Is it cooked, knitted, or chiseled?
Life keeps getting in the way. It has a nasty habit of stopping me in my tracks, and I'm sure people can relate to that.
Take my editor for instance. She currently has Earl bearing down on her and is battening down the hatches.
Okay, I don't have the – valid – excuse of a potential hurricane ripping the roof off my house, or floating the cows out of the pasture past the car, for being slack. (I don't have cows, or even a pasture, but I've watched Twister, I know it can happen. Right?)
While Earl isn't even a blip on the horizon for us in the UK, that's not to say things can't get freaky and time consuming in other ways.
We have stocktake this month. Me and my coworkers dread September and March. It inevitably means long days. Early mornings and late nights. We all hate it.
But there is also fun to be had. Believe it or not, we all get on really well, and jokes and pranks are rife. Working late (and I don't mean 6pm. More like 10pm.) we generally have dinner together (Who ate my pizza!!), the odd beer, and generally things tend to be relaxed.
It got me to thinking that I probably know more about my colleagues, than I do about my family. The atmosphere is far more relaxed and while we all have places we'd rather be, there is politeness involved. That's what makes the difference.
Families don't tend to be polite with each other. If we have a place we'd rather be — we go there. Regardless.
Saying that, I ended up having to go shopping for girl clothes, because tomorrow I have to go to a wedding. (That happens approximately once every ten years.) I'm a jeans and sweater girl. I don't do pretty dresses and shoes. Not willingly, anyway. But  I better show up half way presentable. After all… I don't get to go to many weddings, and I like Helen and Barry, so I want to make an effort for them. (And the SO looks rather spiffy in a suit!)
But yeah. Dirt doesn't scare me. Well, it probably would, if I wore girl clothes.
Just as well, I guess. Having aquired a horse to share, I keep coming home smelling a little ripe. (I don't think so, but the SO is probably glad I throw myself into a shower straight after.)
What has all this got to do with writing?
Well. Aside from some cretin deciding the day only has 24 hrs, not much. (I'll have to have words with this person. Seriously. Where do they get off?) I get nothing done these days, and I am running out of excuses. Actually, I don't have exuses. I just suddenly look up and realize there's not much day left, and then I have no idea where the time went or what I did with it.
At the moment I don't get much writing done. You'd think with the days being longer in summer, we'd have more time… after all, I don't have kids who need to be entertained. Instead, I have less time, and I don't know why.
Do we take longer to do things in summer? Maybe. Sure, we take the odd day out where we go to a BBQ, or sunbathe, or whatever, but it's not like we go off for weeks on end.
So why do we struggle to get things done in summer?
I know I say "Make time" for writing, and I'm going to eat humble pie. I can't make time either.

Time. It's enough to drive you mad, isn't it?