It was once condescendingly implied to me that because of my unusual work history (I’ve never really worked a “regular” job), that I wouldn’t be writing if I had to face the pressures of a 9-5 job. My answer to that is: Maybe. Anything’s possible. But I’m inclined to disagree. First off, many artists’ greatest works were manifested in periods of intense personal turmoil. So unless I’m working a job 7 days a week where I have no time to do anything but sleep and eat, then I’m going to create. Faced with the glaring, undeniable presence of free time, I consider it nothing less than my duty.