I must be working very hard, then! Whether I’m at home sipping my green tea, or at any of the various cafes or coffee shops I write in, I’m often chewing on a pen (or twirling my hair), staring out the window. What am I seeing? Admittedly, sometimes I’m just people watching (still a worthy writerly pursuit). But often, I’m doing a little mind-digging. Chasing a memory down the halls of time. Trying to pin down a detail, flush out an emotion. If I’m writing fiction, I’m figuring out what my character is going to do next. What’s motivating him or her. Creating a backstory, a childhood, dreams, memories, moments. Fleshing out ghosts. I may look like I’m doing nothing, but I’m in fact birthing worlds into being. And that’s pretty cool. The key is to actually transfer what’s going on in the gray matter onto the paper, and that’s the really hard part. But worth every moment of effort, the end result of all that staring.