Not at all a new thought, but a fresh application of an old, old thought.
The old, old thought is, get even a little work in, each and every day. That is (and at times I need it about this obvious), don't not do any work, just because you haven't a two-hour block of time to dedicate to creative work.
As she is apt to do periodically, Masha recently asked me what I was working on. Well, the honest answer had been, nothing, really. Some few days had passed since I had set pen at all to paper.
I have accumulated some three unfinished projects – that is, three fairly fresh unfinished projects, as distinct from a number of longer-lived unfinished projects, White Nights, e.g. And the query together with the response provoked reflection on the fact that (again: nothing new) if I do something rather than nothing, each day, there will be some progress made, some art created.
So I christen this morning's commute The Three-Measure Train Ride. Three measures is entirely manageable on even the busiest, least wiggle-roomy days. It's about time I shamed myself into even this modest amount of work, for the fact is, I've carried my notebook every day for probably the whole year. So many days I've carried, and not even opened it.
And in fact, this morning, I drew up some three and a half measures, continuing the first movement of the Organ Sonata.