I really hate my new job. I don’t have nearly as much time to write as I’d like (even with the “making time” that I know people are going to tell me I have to do) because by the time I get home I have no energy or patience left. I sit in front of the screen, staring at it and trying to write, but nothing comes except my anger at the world and that isn’t going to get a novel written.
I know I’m fortunate to have this job. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand it. Might be time to look for something else that will actually let me write once in a while.