Today I was back at work, and I felt a little twitchy. Everyone else had finished their lesson plans and grading. What did I do with my two days of freedom?
I WROTE FOUR CHAPTERS!!! And started this blog.
But I couldn't fight down the jealousy as the others talked about their free weekends and passed around high-fives for getting caught up. And it dawned on me that authors are more than passionate, driven people. We are also some of the bravest people I know.
We spend most of our time working alone on massive projects that may or may not ever receive any type of public acclaim. I tried sharing my snow day activities with some of my colleagues, but I got the same puzzled look I get when explaining variables to sixth graders. So, why do we continue on?
Better to ask: Why do we breathe?