The pampered life of the full-time/full-time writer

I sometimes forget how badly I want to be a full time writer. I don't mean that I'm any less passionate about the craft, or that my goals change, or anything like that. I mean that every once in a while I brush up against some bit of writing culture or the writing life and I just *burn* with this need to be doing that and living that with my whole being. It's the worst kind of lust.

At the end of Horns of Ruin I was devoting most of my non-day job time to writing. Any time I spent doing other things, I felt guilty. I looked forward to just being able to do leisurely things without feeling like I was stealing time I should be spending elsewhere. And once the project was done (for now) I delved fully into my leisure activities. That's not to say that I forgot about the joy of writing, or that my desire to go that route was waning. Just that I was enjoying not "working" 14 hours a day, between two jobs.

Now that I've started on the next project, though, I'm getting that burn again. Couldn't come at a worse time, with the house coming together and we're just beginning the ramp up into the horror that is Acquisition season. This is part of why I'm not doing any conventions this year. I recognize that there's going to be an enormous about of work for me to do, and I can't spend time recovering from or attending such things. Next year, tho. Next year.