When someone says, "Wow, you must have a lot of time on your hands," it's usually a negative connotation...insinuating that you have nothing better to do...nothing meaningful or important in your world.
Not sure how that transformation happened in our society. Because really, isn't the wealthiest man the one who has time...not the one who is constantly scrambling to get another thing crammed into the 24-hours that we all have?
Lately, I've had an abundance of time on my hands. I think this is because it's winter. We're not outdoors nearly as much as we are when it's sunny and warm. I've been exercising early in the morning which has added an extra two hours to my day that I'm usually in bed. And, the added energy has kept my waking hours more productive.
So, I've been writing in my head. More than my blog. I've been writing a short story of sorts. I'm hoping that it can morph more into a novel...but it just seems to be pouring out. And my big question is, what am I to do with this? I mean really, it's not like it's going to get published or that I have the cash to self-publish it...so, maybe I'll attach it by chapter here.
And if I do, you'll have to let me know what you think.