Growing up and learning how to function was very bad for the daydreaming process. It’s a trade-off. Functioning is a wonderful thing; it pays the bills, it’s often entertaining, and it gives you a ticket to participate. But you lose the languid, wild, immersive world of the daydream.
Most people keep lists of writing prompts handy for when they’re stuck. I take it one step further: I write prompts when I’m stuck, instead.
There’s too much out there to do, and it’s an undifferentiated revolving mass of hype, promotion, and exceptionalism, all with fees and time commitments. And risk. Lots of risk.