As others have noted, writing tends to blow up other things, if not everything. I think all genuinely creative endeavors do, be it painting or making music or whatever.
That's different from a hobby, which one is content to fit in around other activities in life. Even writing. I've mentioned before that I'm unable to find a satisfactory noun for what writing (or other "genuinely creative endeavors") is. Avocation comes close but still feels weak and incomplete.
But hobbies? I'm not sure I ever had one. I had recreations (e.g., running or playing D&D). I never built models.
I suppose creating electronic music could count, but honestly once I got into it, I'd spend endless hours listening to loops, layering up tracks. I was required by the family to get headphones because the repetition drove then nutty. Downright hostile, in memory. Once I got serious about writing, that faded. Getting tinnitus and arthritis didn't help.
As things stand now, I begrudge most anything that takes me away from writing. Not because it's so wonderful but because it's so consuming. I make time for other things because I've let writing consume me before and that's a dark road with few rewards. Now it has its place and its hours, and it had bloody well stay there.
No, no hobbies, creative or otherwise. Just life.
That's different from a hobby, which one is content to fit in around other activities in life. Even writing. I've mentioned before that I'm unable to find a satisfactory noun for what writing (or other "genuinely creative endeavors") is. Avocation comes close but still feels weak and incomplete.
But hobbies? I'm not sure I ever had one. I had recreations (e.g., running or playing D&D). I never built models.
I suppose creating electronic music could count, but honestly once I got into it, I'd spend endless hours listening to loops, layering up tracks. I was required by the family to get headphones because the repetition drove then nutty. Downright hostile, in memory. Once I got serious about writing, that faded. Getting tinnitus and arthritis didn't help.
As things stand now, I begrudge most anything that takes me away from writing. Not because it's so wonderful but because it's so consuming. I make time for other things because I've let writing consume me before and that's a dark road with few rewards. Now it has its place and its hours, and it had bloody well stay there.
No, no hobbies, creative or otherwise. Just life.