I admit, I am so intrigued by How Fiction Writing Can Improve Your Productivity and Well-Being.

A long, long (long!) time ago I did write some short stories and poems. They weren’t very good. I used to say, sometime I would get a job, get married, have kids, and then stay at home with my kids and write “my novel.” (What novel? That was always unclear.) Some of those things never happened—I never had children, and I never wrote a novel. And somewhere along the line I stopped writing stories and poems. But perhaps this was a mistake.

Is it possible that writing can have the same effect on others that it does on the author?

It’s what happens afterwards that’s interesting: If the writing goes well, and I hit my self-imposed word target, then I’m almost guaranteed to have a good day. But if the writing goes badly, I could have the easiest afternoon in the world and still end the day feeling like death.

Maybe one of these days I’ll give it a try again. How about you? Do you write fiction?