Look at the Trees
It feels as though something, some entity or power, is trying to keep me from attaining my goal. It's funny at times, because it really seems this way. Of course my sick mind makes it into a story. If it's not the day job sucking the energy from me, then it's the commute (MTA, or New York traffic). I used to be able to type some notes on my work PC, maybe belt out a scene or two, or three. But then they put some restriction on Office and I can't send out a certain size, then it has to be labeled external, but it still somehow doesn't work all the time. So I got creative and copy pasted (keep source format) into an email and then copy pasted (KEEP SOURCE FORMAT) back onto a Word document on my PC, or phone. Yeah, it worked, but now it was a hassle. And sometimes it's so busy, and so much energy is gone, that you don't want to do all these extra steps. Or you say, "Oh, I'll do it tomorrow," and the email gets lost, or you forget where you wanted ...