I’ve been doing a lot of writing on my subway commute to and from work: I usually just whip out my phone and start typing feverishly on Notepad. When I return home, I send the note to my laptop and do the majority of the editing and posting there.
What I find great about writing in the subway is that I’m doing something. Instead of spacing out and listening to music, or simply reading a book or checking my email on my cellphone, I’m actively thinking and rationalizing as I write — what’s the right word to use? Does that make sense? Does that sentence convey the sentiments I want to convey? I’m definitely giving my prefrontal cortex, frontal lobe, and temporal lobe an exercise, which is more than I give my physical body.
I feel writing on the downest of downtimes properly manages my time. Sure, I want to be creative and have that greatest feeling of “whatever-you-make-you’re-proud-of-accomplishing-something”, but with the combination of work and home responsibilities, it’s hard to find that time to indulge in that productive introspection and, ultimately, narcissism. A long subway ride allows me to both relax and tune out any outside distraction; it’s a perfect time to write.
So in summation: I feel fulfilled putting my words out there and not letting them hibernate inside my head, especially while I’m on the train. Plus, I feel satisfied that I’m using my time constructively.