I’ve always said, “A writer is one who writes.” And like you I’ve observed a dearth of commitment to the task and more talking about it than doing.
A year or two ago I wrote a blog post about Placemaking in the visual arts (I extracted some key idea from a 66-page paper by noted researcher Ann Markusen) and in an attempt to define terms I shared her definition of an artist. It included the statement, “Making art 10 hours a week.” She wanted to have something firm and defined to separate serious career artists from people who dabbled in their creative pursuits.
I posted this on FB and had people object to the 10 hours measure.
If you call yourself a career plumber, or stock broker or any other profession, you usually have a 35–50 hour work week.
I forget who said it (maybe John Gardner) but it went something like this: “If you’re called to be a writer, woe to you if you do something else.”
You struck me as someone who was serious about the craft — or the call — and so you drew a few buckets of recollections from my well.