So what can I say about writing . . . . except that it's a necessary preoccupation that invades time in a different dimension.
There are the pleasant enough hours in real time and then there is the time that passes on an altogether different clock in another world, country, galaxy, era. This is the time of our imagination and it travels, almost unbidden, through our minds and manifests itself in the written word.
At least this is the way it works for those of us who choose to lay bare, for other eyes, those convoluted intricacies conjured in the recesses of our overactive brains!!