It seems to me that I am making time for writing. It is not always easy, but when I look back at when I started writing, I was able to make much more time than I do today. Maybe it’s just natural when you get older, you get busier. Would I change it? I don’t think so. I feel I have done a pretty good job at making time to build my writing life into what it is.
I have taken breaks from writing, and it just felt wrong. Just like jogging, when you do it long enough and quit, you find yourself up early with nothing to do. Me, I feel like a knot coming unraveled at both ends. I have noticed that when I am writing, no matter if it is a novel or a short story, I actually sleep better. Or it could be that my own writing is putting me to sleep.
Overall, I am better when I am writing. Being a writer makes me happy. It is what I was made to do. I have a friend who works pretty high up in the government who does advanced math for a living and he says the same thing about his profession. I believe that fate will bring us to what makes us happy.
As for me, I am much happier writing than doing math. I hope to keep writing as long as I can.