Sometimes I feel like there just isn’t enough time in one day. I’m always fighting to do everything I want to do in the day, and things spill over into the next like an overflowing cup. I’m obsessed with time, by the way. I think it’s a good obsession (that’s what an obsessed person would say).
We all have things to do, and the world isn’t concerned about our writing habits. We’ve got things to do! No matter…that makes it all the more sacred to me, that I have to fight for the time to spend with the words, and create. Chekov said writing was his mistress.