Forget the Hemingway image of the writer, bearded, drunk and slumped over a typewriter filled with cigarette butts. Being a writer need not equate to misery, alcohol abuse and blinding headaches. Being a writer ROCKS!
If you ask me again when I'm going to finish, I'm going to stomp on your throat. I'm writing a book, not a grocery list. <<< I swear, every time I'm at a family function, someone asks when I'll finish.