Find the time. Or don't.

Begin with this entry: "Making time" revisited.

Then read this one: Take notes this time, okay?

Now you'll understand the delight I felt on receiving Girl Detective's note:

I think I've sent you links to Scalzi before. His work ethic reminds me of yours, and I thought some of the bits in this reminded me of things you've written. But with more F bombs.

Thought you'd enjoy, even if it's too profane to share.

I must be honest: I'm not at all averse to some salty talk among adults (including, yes, F bombs), so I am sharing the link to John Scalzi's post -- Writing: Find the Time or Don’t -- where he writes, for example:

The answer to the first of these is simple and unsatisfying: I keep inspired to write because if I don’t then the mortgage company will be inspired to foreclose on my house. And I’d prefer not to have that happen. This answer is simple because it’s true — hey, this is my job, I don’t have another — and it’s unsatisfying because writers, and I suppose particularly authors of fiction, are assumed to have some other, more esoteric inspiration.

For six years, I've been offering a similarly pragmatic response:

My writing is my work. Asking me how I find time to write is a bit like asking a barkeep how he finds time to tend bar or an information systems engineer how she makes time to develop projects. It's what I do, and in order to be paid -- well and on time -- I must get the work done.

Who knows? Maybe F bombs are what it will take for some people to get it. Heh, heh, heh.