I'm spending my days these days working on the writing of short fiction. This is extremely hard work that takes a tremendous amount of time, doesn't offer much hope of reward, and often feels silly and self-indulgent.
I'm reminded of that admonition to be careful what you wish for.
The daily life I lead these days would have seemed a dream to me in the past: Oh, The luxury to do nothing but write! The joy of creating stories!