I sometimes feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rolled up into one neurotic mess.  I have a demanding job—–demanding of my time and my abilities.  By the time I leave work, the sun is setting and I am exhausted and, at times, resentful that I have no mental energy left to write.  I try to pound out a few pages, though, knowing that the work will need serious editing at some point.  The next morning, I feel mentally refreshed but have no time to write.  I have to hit the road and start a new day.  What I have found, however, is that the morning drive to the hospital is a perfect time for me to develop plots and characters and figure out the next chapter in my story.  Admittedly, I can get lost in that other world.  One early morning this week, I was walking through the still deserted hallways of the hospital, apparently speaking out loud as one of my characters.  I say “apparently” because I didn’t know I was doing it until I passed a doctor.  My voice trailed off and I shifted my eyes in embarrassment as he looked at me curiously.  Truth be told, I often speak out loud as my characters.  I find that it helps me determine if what I’m writing sounds realistic.  I didn’t know, until that moment, that I do it in public, too.  As I held my lips tightly shut, I chastised myself.  “They’re going to lock you up in the Behavioral Unit,” my serious self yelled internally.  My writer self answered, “Good.  I’ll have more time to write.”