Time as a commodity

I’ve never had a problem with managing my time.  Not really.  Not until I tried to factor writing into my day.  Holy cow, does time fly!  Seriously, I get home, cook, eat, schmooz with the family and before you know it, I’m half asleep only to start my day again in a few hours.  Where does someone with a full time job FIND the time?

I know — I’ve read a shit-ton of articles on the subject — you have to sacrifice, you have to get up earlier, go to bed later, etc . . . not always easy to do.  I do make time on the weekends, when there’s not as much of a demand on my day, but during the week, now THAT is a bugger to figure out.

The funny thing is, my most creative thoughts come when I’m at work and can’t do a darned thing about them.  Usually, I can jot these things down, thinking I’ll get to them after work, but, if you’ve read the fist paragraph, you know where THAT’s heading.

I’ve come to the realization that time, in all its glory, is the real commodity in today’s world.  We’re either trying to make it, spend it, fill it or waste it.  I’d rather just have an hour or two more of it a day so I can do the little clickety-click on the laptop.  That would be nice.

Things are moving along, though.  I did write another 3,000 words over the weekend until the creative batteries needed recharging.  I’m about halfway through the re-write.  When that’s done, I’m going to set it aside and work on a little non-fiction project I cooked up in one of my more creative moments (yes, while at work, why do you ask?).  In the meantime, I’ll try to do better at making time during the week, hopefully filling that time with productive noise making on the laptop.