Deleting obvious spam postings out of my comments folders.
Backing up this website.
Fussing with the state over taxation forms.
Dealing with copyright issues for song usage, and paying royalties for use.
Sitting at a show booth for hours and only getting nibbles.
Standing at the new arrivals section of the book store and seeing nothing but crap.
Making sure the automated backups get all my latest versions of my writings.
Getting interrupted at lunch when all I want to do is write (and the conversation that supersedes the writing is flat and dull).
Having to jog at lunch to get ready for a corporate 5k, and all I can think about is what I would have written.
Being asked to write all sorts of business letters, PR pieces and review school reports, because I’m a writer.
The SASE in the mailbox.
The SASEs that are not bothered to be posted.
Microsoft Word failures.
Microsoft Word auto-editing.
Microsoft Word – that damn paperclip.
The perfect word that comes while I’m in traffic, in a conversation, or otherwise busy, the one that fades like fairie-fire.
The people who interrupt you by asking if they are interrupting you.
Giving a speech at the library and getting only one person outside of my immediate family to attend. Not even my friends who promised to be there showed.
People who rave about YA books they’ve read, unaware thatthis is a casual admission of illiteracy.
Writing a novel and going too long.
Writing a novel and going too short.
Writing a novel and half-way through, even you lose interest in the plot.
Writing a novel about the future that never gets published, and then that future year comes and goes and your world wasn’t anything like the real one.
…but if you can’t do this, and more, you can’t be a writer. Be warned.