I just finished a chapter in the car on the ride home from a ski trip up north.
I try to write whenever I can. I’m writing while I’m waiting for clients to get to their appointment. I’m writing early on weekend mornings instead of meeting my friends for a hike. I’m writing while waiting for the kids soccer game to start. I’m writing in the parent pick up line while waiting for my niece to come out from school.
When people ask me what I’m doing I tell them that I’m journaling, which doesn’t exactly feel like a lie.
