I drive for a bunch of hours today. Long, boring drive. I had things in my head–words–that needed to get out.
So I drove. And drove. And drove some more. And didn’t write. I tried to dictate to my wife, but that only works so well, and it’s a slow process (not her fault).
I wanted to write things for the book. I wanted this blog post to seem less whiny.
Alas. But I wasted a bunch of time driving when I could have been productive. A self-driving car would have solved that.