I realised whilst walking to work this morning that I had compiled a mental list of things I wanted to do this morning. Trouble was, none of them were to do with what I am actually at work to do. It just so happens they all required a PC or Internet access and I was outside, walking.
Yes, I could have sat down somewhere and done it all on my tablet. But that’s not the point. I would have also been late to work. And that’s not the point, either. What I want to be able to do is to commute somewhere where I can then do writing stuff. And get paid for it.
My life is currently not set up this way, unfortunately.
I could take more single days off, I guess, but that almost always leaves me at home goofing off. Or out on a random drive somewhere. Neither add much to my writing, unfortunately.
Maybe I need to finally re-arrange that second bedroom so that it’s a proper Office For Writing In.