Commutes aren’t fun. However, they can be useful. My bus rides to and from my regularly paying job allow me to write stories, read fiction, and relax (sometimes nap) at least five days a week.
On the bus, I’ve worked on scenes relating to DeCo and short stories set on other worlds. I’ve explored Terry Pratchett’s Discworld and admired the skill of Writers of the Future winners. I’ve also listened to a inner voice that quietly remarks on the actions, appearances, and comments of other passengers.
If I could figure out how to squeeze more sleeptime from my day and acquire cheaper bus tickets, then I’d be happy.