Time

I'm not supposed to exist.  At least, not in a literary, or professional sense.  I have a manual labor job doing overtly back breaking work for little pay.  I then come home, after spending two hours in traffic to attempt to work on writing, books, short stories, or research reading for other future projects.  Manual labor types don't come home to write books, do they?  I seem to get more energy at night, before I have to go to bed to go to my crappy job. I've been trying to squeeze in about 20 or 30 minutes or writing type stuff into my day after I spend 8-12 hours doing everything else.  I need more time.  More to write, more to relax, more to read, and so forth and so on.  Now I'm thinking about breaking into script writing too, and I think I'm going to try and self-publish a couple of books this year too.  I need more time.  That and money.  I can tell I'm getting better writing, well maybe but there's enough time to get any done.