The dog days of summer, they are. Nightfall comes earlier now. The evening performance of the cicada orchestra is unfailingly on time. Local blueberries are no longer in season; once plump and juicy, they are now unpleasantly sour and soon will be gone until next year.If it sounds like I'm in an end-of-summer funk, it's true.
Think small and make use of what's available to you. I'm not saying, "You have to make time for it." I hate hearing that. (Especially as it relates to exercise...) Instead, take advantage of and be productive with whatever you have. There's no point in waiting for the perfect time to start writing or editing a novel. No such thing exists.
I can't remember the first book I ever read, and I can't remember the name of every book that has changed my life. I can, however, tell you every story I have read that has made a significant impact on my life. When I was growing up we didn't have Kindles and laptops and smartphones that had every book ever written at the touch of a button.