If only time didn’t exist, and I could work, work, work, and never stop. I derive such pleasure from learning new words, looking up their histories, meanings, translations, then starting to write and finding ways to use these new words, then reading books and finding out new ways to write things and to use even more new words, which I then look up again and think in my head how I can apply them to my own writing, and on, and on, and on.
But there's all this eating and sleeping and taking care of bills that’s involved. If only. If only.