Most of my usable energy every day is spent writing. At times I've broken out of that, but I don't feel more productive at those times, unless I happen to be on a short-term project that's really captivating me and helping me turn the gears.

I've made almost no money writing, and generally am not thinking about publishing or selling my words. Often I'm not even thinking about sharing them, or an audience. You could say I write for the future world - for the person who would understand - any person, no boundaries in place from the start.

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Mostly I fall short, and usually the writing is more of a nervous tic or a hint of OCD - I must write these thoughts before they vanish, much as I might idly avoid stepping on cracks in the sidewalk, not because I feel any fear, but because it's a way to play in the moment.

"DON'T step on the CRACKS / or you're FALL and break your BACK!"

That's the frame of mind I'm in when I write.

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You could say I spend most of my life playing with thoughts and words, because somehow I've been privileged enough to be able to scrape by sort of somewhat somehow so far.

Even when I'm "at work" and teaching, that's a way of playing with words, too.

Oh, words and feelings, ideas, lives - maybe I'm a megalomaniac.

I'm kidding, of course. If power drove me, I wouldn't be dead broke and writing away the hours.