I was talking to a friend earlier today before I went in to work, of course talking about how I really didn’t want to go to work, but I would put my “customer service face” on anyway. He advised me to do the exact opposite, and put on my “screw you face” instead, which would not go over well at my workplace, of course. But that got me thinking. If I did not have to work, that would be so much more time for writing. But, if I didn’t work, I wouldn’t be able to afford to be a writer.
Despite this inner battle between my passions and my bank account (my bank account has temporarily won), I have to remind myself that even while I’m at work, I can be thinking about writing. I don’t have to entirely be unproductive in my writing while boxing groceries. I can observe people for character traits or think about new plot developments for my latest project. There does not have to be a dull moment, because where I am, my writing is.