All I do is write, and I write so much that I never have time to write. This is my primary complaint about my life, and I know, that makes it a pretty damn good life. But in becoming a professional, full-time writer, I spend so much time writing that I have no time or energy for personal writing.

  
The result? This blog has become so neglected that I can no longer call myself a blogger; these days, I'm lucky if I can even squeak out a verbose Instagram caption. But everyone seems to have a Subst...