But you know what? Writing is boring.
I mean, don't get me wrong: it's probably my favorite thing in the world to do, besides sleep and read. But the more I do it (and I'm not complaining: I've had more stuff published and gotten more paying gigs this year than any other year since I had my first piece published in 1987, and I'm doing lots of great projects for myself that I like doing), the more I realize that it involves lots and lots and lots of sitting by myself in a stuffy room in front of the computer. I mean for hours and hours at a time. And the only time you get up is to go to the bathroom or get research materials. It's dull. I spent about 20 hours this weekend doing nothing but typing. And yet, I feel great about it.
The more I do it, the less I care about cleaning house, exercising, going out, or basically doing anything else, even stuff I really need to do. And yet, the more I do it, the happier I am.
So, what are you gonna do? There's really not a lot you can do.