Writers have few real needs. It can be a simple, fulfilling life. The commodity I need most is time. Time to write. Time to think. Time to love. Time to live.
I have learned to edit in short bursts and breaks. Certainly research can be done in lots of settings and in bits and pieces. But to truly create text, to find stories and hear characters, I need the luxury of uncommitted hours, a long enough stretch of time to find my way. We all have busy, crazy lives. To write is, for me, to run against the grain, to slow down and think with depth, to look into the dark corners. There is no greater gift than that of time if one tries to lead this writing life.