Someone asked the question on Twitter today: As a writer, what’s the one thing you’d ask Santa for?
My answer: To win the lottery so I could quit my dayjob and have time to write.
I honestly don’t know any other way to get more time. I spend two hours a day physically on the road commuting, and while I know other people have worse commutes, that doesn’t really make it any better. It’s a crazy way to live, giving up 10 hours or more every week to simply traveling to and from our jobs.
I can hear people saying, “Well, if you really wanted to do it, you’d make the time.”
That’s great that you can function on just a couple hours of sleep a night. Not everyone can.
It’s nearly 10:00 Sunday morning. My ‘weekend’ is essentially over. Time to start laundry, take a shower so I can go to the store and get food and things for the week, do housework, pay bills. And so the week begins again.