Every so often I meet a moron. Here’s how it goes:
Them: You’re a writer? me too!
Me: Oh, what do you write?
Them: Oh, anything really.
Me: What are you working on at the moment?
Them: Wellllll. . . . at the moment I’m studying/working/waiting for inspiration.
To which I say (silently): Bah!
And I’m not the only one.
If you don’t WANT to write – don’t. If you don’t have the time to write – don’t. Live a happy and productive life. Just don’t pretend you and I have a major life purpose in common.
Writers write. Mostly because they can’t help it.
Right now, for example, I should be feeding my infant. Excuse me.