So I’m hit an odd sort of stumbling block when it comes to my novella.

Every day I take the train in to work and I at least try to get an hour of writing in each way. Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, there are days when I don’t write a word, but I try. And, for the most part, I succeed. Which is great and brilliant and means that I don’t have to try to fit writing into the other parts of my day, which are filled with my job and my child and all the perks of being a moderately popular adult.

Unfortunately, one of the trains that I take is down for some sort of maintenance and won’t be back on line for three to six months (and WTF is that about?? Three to six months??? Are you kidding me???) so I have been finding other ways in to work other than the train. That means that I’m not getting my daily two hours of writing/editing in. And that is a problem. Because I am so, so, so close to finishing the rewrites on my novella. And because I really miss writing? Writing is something I do just for the enjoyment I get out of it. And not having those few hours a day to just do what I love most is really unhappy making. In the worst sort of way.

I am not sure what I am going to do about it either, since I really can’t magic a train into working order or anything. I guess I’m just going to have to find somewhere else in my day to squeeze my writing in.

But where?