The man’s point was that, for him, writing was an addiction. He found it impossible not to write. And sometimes that interfered with the rest of his life, which wasn’t fun.
I know how he feels. One of my children once compared my weekly newspaper columns to perpetual research papers. “Why do you do it, Dad”? was her question.
The answer, of course, is that sometimes writing is a curse. It’s why I refused to go to bed last night until I had written this blog entry. I cannot not write.
I also think it’s fun 🙂