Nuts and Popcorn On The 7:41...
OK. I'm going to be honest here. I had something I wanted to write about but I'm having a hard time concentrating. A few months ago, I started doing most, if not all of my writing on the train. It's the only time, aside from late at night, that I have to myself. For the most part, it's been a pretty decent escape. Sometimes I write in the morning on the way to work. Sometimes I write in the evening on the way home. I usually sit with my tiny computer on my lap and stare at the screen the entire commute. Typing. I'm pretty sure I look like a douchebag and for the record, I don't agree with my spellchecker. Douchebag is one word. I also get really self conscious of my fingers. All the metaphors that have been used to describe the typical NYC morning commute, are pretty accurate. "We're packed like sardines in here." "It's like a herd of cattle." You get the picture. So at any given moment of any given train ride, I'm sitting approxi...