On the New West website, novelist David Wroblewski, author of The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, spoke about what writing is like:
"A long project like Edgar comes to feel almost like a lifestyle: there is always a draft that needs fixing, there always will be a next draft."
It is, in other words, a comfort. And a habit. I've only been working on my novel for a few months. But I've been thinking about it much longer than that. And today, I did not get up and live the "lifestyle" of this book because I don't know that I'm going to be writing it right now.
I already miss it.
I took out a fresh yellow pad. The small kind. I made a few notes in pencil about other stories that I might turn to.
It feels a little pathetic.