A Day in the Writing Life
Alert readers (and you are all indeed alert and rested) will notice the steals from the Beatles song of the same name and wonder if this will end with me "blowing my mind out in a car," either literally or figuratively or both. Well, I'm writing this, after all, so the answer is "No," both literally and figuratively. I wouldn't do that either way because I would impede traffic and that really hacks off other drivers and creates a backup which is reported from the Glass Enclosed Nerve Center of WTOP 103.5 (note to 'TOP: please lose the GENC label! You're on the radio! No one knows or cares if the working space is enclosed by glass, cardboard or leftover pizza, which, since we're told that it is fueled by a certain kind of pizza, it probably is.)
Actually, since every day is a little different and I never know when I'll be writing, let's just say that I do it at various times during the way and for different lengths of time. When I was teaching, I soon found that if I could use little pockets of time to look at some of the omnipresent papers I carried with me at all times like a bad skin rash (I know, ewwwwww! Gross simile of the week!) It gets the job done, as someone once said.
So, in answer to the question "When do you write?" I would have to say at all times and at no time. And this, as Hamlet said, was sometime a paradox.