I give thanks daily for my situation.
At one and the same time I'm saved the pressure that driving often brings and can let my mind wander as it will.
That wandering mind is essential for a writer. The space where ideas spark, possibilities arise and inspiration lives.
I look round at my fellow travellers and wonder about their lives. That young woman with the shopping, the children and a tired look. The man plugged into the music which leaks from the headphones. The elderly woman enthusing to her friend about their favourite soap.
What lives do they return to when the leave the bus? Pain, joy, anticipation?
That's where the writer's imagination takes off to create a story. It may have no connection to their 'real' situation, but in the imagination and hands of a writer life forms for their character as it takes off in a different direction.
Takes off down an unknown and tantalising path that calls and beckons.