ABSTRACT
Very few of us are able to devote long stretches of time to our writing. Most of us snatch moments between work, family, study and other responsibilities, leading lives that are hardly conducive to long sustained projects. If this is your situation Raymond Carver’s account may well strike a chord:
In those days I figured if I could squeeze in an hour or two for myself, after job and family, that was more than good enough. That was heaven itself. And I felt happy to have that hour. But sometimes, one reason or another, I couldn’t get the hour. Then I would look forward to Saturday, though sometimes things happened that knocked Saturday out as well. But there was Sunday to hope for. Sunday; maybe.
