The hour which belongs to me

Hugh MacLeod of gapingvoid fame wrote in his How to Be Creative manifesto posted in ChangeThis: "If I was just starting out writing, say, a novel or a screenplay, or maybe starting up a new software company, I wouldn’t try to quit my job in order to make this big, dramatic, heroic-quest thing about it.

I would do something far simpler: I would find that extra hour or two in the day that belongs to nobody else but me, and I would make it productive. Put the hours in; do it for long enough and magical, life-transforming things happen eventually. Sure, that means less time watching TV, Internet-surfing, going out, or whatever."

I love both reading & writing, and if I haven’t been spending at least half an hour reading anything or constructing any literary piece (if it does count as literary) in a week (the reason I say a week is I’ve gone three days without reading & writing) I guarantee I could go apeshit crazy. So yesterday after work I’ve been planning to stay a little late in the office but as if by some divine intervention everybody decided to leave home early and I was too much of a chicken to stay alone. So I packed up my stuffs, drove off from the building, secured a parking space good enough for me to piggyback on a free wifi & read & wrote away while waiting for Azry to disembark his train. Jolly.