I’m a writer at heart. But I’m not doing that much writing these days. For years, I had the day alone, and would spend hours seeming not to do much, then get rolling in the late morning through mid afternoon, and write for hours. But now, I’m a dad. I can’t let my brain hang loose until it’s cleared for work.
Stephen King has a good piece at washingtonpost.com talking about what writing is like, and while I cannot say that the truths he speaks are universal, I can say that he gets it right for me. He’s hit it for why writing (particularly fiction) is boring on the outside and scary and thrilling on the inside.
(And don’t worry, I’ve not given up writing altogether. Just doing less of it… and working on a graphic novel pitch with a respected artist that would likely let me get some day care for Allison and thus get the writing done if it sells.)