I know the three "P"s of writing are practice, persistence, and patience but it is a touch difficult to apply that last discipline.
On a happy note I successfully rescued a tiny and adorable frog that was peeping under the treadmill from an untimely death by desiccation in the garage. (Or possibly heartlessly evicted a helpless little frog into the cold, cold outdoors.) Yes, it is that time of year in the Great Northwest when the differences between "outside" and "inside" begin to blur.
Best of luck to all you little peepers. At least this isn't Michigan. I am really not in the mood to shovel two feet of snow.