I realized something this evening. I write seven days a week . . . no matter what . . . no matter what. I have this blog, small column, and I’ve been working on a novel(s) for a year; I don’t see writing as work. I’ll never see writing as work.
Here’s my analogy. Taking a day off from writing would be comparable to being in a relationship with a beautiful woman and choosing abstinence. Why TF would I do such a thing?
February 3, 2020