What do you wish you could do more every day?

The cursor blinked at me. I blinked back.

What would I like to do each day, more than anything? What would I like more of?

To find time to write. That cursor on the screen beckons me to lay down words and structure them into some kind of sense.

Instead, there’s work to pay my bills, and chores. And people. These take up time. One cannot schedule unexpected visitors. I love them dearly, though.

Gardening, cooking, sewing. These are necessary tasks. But they are not writing.

So when I get time for lunch, today at work, I will write. Because that will be my chance.

Just start, for those of you who crave time to follow your passion. Ten Minutes, thirty minutes. Just start.