I still get the urge to write, and I'm not short of ideas. But I know that to write anything I have to throw all of myself into it; most of the hours of the day, most of my attention span.

Then, when the fun part of telling a story is over, I have to go back and ruin the fun by editing, which is, to me, pure work.

Finally, when I'm finished, l usually like the overall result, love a few parts, and yet I am always just a little disappointed that every bit of it isn't brilliant. 

Better than I thought I could do, but never quite as grandiose as I originally imagined. 

So yeah, I still want to write, given all the above.