I have so many stories and ideas, little ones and big ones, piled up, so many 'things I need to blog' that it's hard to even start on one of them, because to do so is to use some of the little time I have outside of classes and assignments to write one story, while putting off the others.

Hey, I know that doesn't make sense, but that's brain-stem logic.

I miss the trainblog. When I worked at Yahoo, I'd take the train as often as I could, usually 2-4 times per week, and every day I took the train I'd have more than an hour each way to write. It was just me, my powerbook, and the flying countryside. I was a more prolific writer than I'd ever been, partly because of the constant inspiration flying past Amtrak's huge windows and partly because I was working without a net.

My default state when I run out of things to do on the computer is to surf. I haven't used a bookmark list in a long time, so I recall URLs in my head and type them in. This usually means I sit there for a while each day, thinking 'what else haven't I checked in a while?' Sadly, it's clear that the net is too big, and my memory to perforated, for me to get anything done as long as this modality persists.

There's a folder on my powerbook, ~kfox/Documents/Writings/Trainblog, that has close to 500 posts in it (almost all of them later made it up to this page). Even after I stopped taking the train, I still put my posts in that folder, its real meaning surviving the termination of its original purpose. Late last night I was thinking about the trainblog, and how with wireless access available at home and at school, the net demons don't give me that isolation that breeds my favorite writing,. that, and I never seem to make the time.

I need to make the time.

So I'm trying something new. I've been going to sleep around 3am lately as a matter of course, watching TiVo, working on homework, surfing the net, or talking to my timeshifted leftcoast friends. I think I'll try and recreate the trainblog here in my bedroom, at 11pm every night, until I go to sleep.

I'll take my powerbook to be with me (heck, the weather's finally starting to turn, and I need something to keep me warm!) and write from 11pm until sleep. I'll only use the net to look up URLs for the stories I write.

It's either that, or start going to New York, Boston, Philly, or DC every weekend, just for the train time...