“Oh, I want to write a book, too, if I can ever find the time.”
There’s probably not a writer anywhere who hasn’t heard this when we tell a stranger what we do. Everybody wants to write a novel. Everybody is absolutely certain he or she will, just as soon as the time miraculously appears.
But truthfully, is finding time the culprit?
When someone tells me this I’m never quite sure how to answer because I’m not sure what the speaker is hoping for. Maybe she’ll write while she’s in traction after a tidy little car crash, or after the factory closes down and the job disappears, or when the husband walks out with the kids, dog and bills? Then maybe she’ll finally get to it.