The other day Molly said a very wise thing. “Jesus,” she exhaled, “why is that girl complaining about writing? It’s not like a day laborer goes around whining about their cramps.” Indeed. They do not.
I like thinking up occupational equivalences to plug into The Idea I Probably Hate Most In The World, which is when authors say that their stories “write themselves” or that their characters “have their own agency.”
Carpenter: Sometimes, I sit down to build a kitchen, and before I know it, I’ve somehow built a library!
Doctor: That angioplasty just kinda did it’s own thing, you know?
Cab Driver: These new taxis drive themselves.
One day in the future, that last one might actually be true.