Stress can be great for writing. Having too little time to practice the craft, in some odd way, makes it flow more easily. Take the case of the working writer on vacation. I sometimes feel bold enough to call myself a writer. My job doesn’t depend on it, of course, but who finds meaning in their job? My sense of purpose comes in the off hours. Nevertheless, each day presents minimal opportunities to spend with my true vocation. Then comes vacation time. Unstructured days spread out before me like a trail of breadcrumbs through the forest. I have stories I’ve been working on for months. I have at least two non-fiction projects going as well. At last I will have long, open days when writing will flow and I’ll live in the gooey comfort of constant inspiration. As if such things ever happen. Vacation is family time. Writers—those of us who live alone in our heads—can’t simply separate ourselves f...
Blog of a struggling writer.