I believe in them. What else explains glancing at a clock one minute and then five minutes later looking again to find three hours have passed? Of course, this never happens at the day job where time crawls by without mercy. Which reminds of this quote by Billy Shakes:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Better known as William Shakespeare.
But once work is over, time flys at warp speed. Where does it go? And why the hell is it going faster the older I get? Shouldn't it slow down with me? That only seems fair.
With all those rhetorical questions being thrown at you, here is the real one I was getting to. Do you find time to write everyday? I try to, even if it's only a few paragraphs or a blog post. If I don't, I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is not right. I have forgotten something important and until I correct it, my entire day will be off. Lately I have been saving the marathon writing sessions for the weekends because of this time warp thing that happens during the week.
But I can't shake the guilty feeling that I am not writing enough on those days. So tell me...am I being obsessive? How often are you finding the time to work on your latest masterpiece?