Of course, those are fulltime writers, but even allowing for that, I don’t know how they can expend such a huge amount of emotional energy day after day. Writing is not like any other job where you can distance yourself, build a wall to shelter those inner demons. Writing is all about exposing those voices. Giving them free rein and then listening. Actually listening. It’s brutal at times. Honestly, after one and a half hours, I’m exhausted. I can’t go on. I gotta get away and clear my head.
On my best days, I spend 4 hours working on projects. That’s usually broken up into at least 2 shifts. And that also counts any internet research, brainstorming , or moping around thinking about how I have no clue to what I’m doing. I can’t imagine spending more than that … and often, I work much less.
Oh, I have the free time. One of the great things about being a teacher is the summer holiday. Right now I have nothing else on my schedule but to write. Still, I can’t seem to knuckle down and break through the grind. Frankly, I don’t see a situation where I would ever spend that much time on my writing in a single day. I’m not built that way.
Then, I remind myself, all of the authors who put in that amount of work are published. Well known. Successful. Yeah, and I’m not. Now there’s something to think about.