The Welfare Novel?

What is it about unemployment that makes me want to write?
I suppose it could be the increase in free time -- although I wasn't exactly slaving in radio. And let's face it, I was annoyed when I had to put in more than my allotted 22.5 hours a week! No, I doubt it's the free time.
Perhaps it's being able to sleep until the sun comes up. I have always said that this alone changed my personality and demeanor. It's not so much that I am getting more sleep -- because I am going to sleep much later. But I believe my brain is better able to function when I don't force my body to deny the natural circadian rhythm.

The same feeling came over me when I was fired from my job in Washington, DC and suddenly had my world turned upside-down. Granted, I was on a very healthy dose of Vicodin for my recent spinal surgery, but I became quite prolific in writing my novel. My brain also became a fertile ground of inspiration and ideas for other works. Bottom line: when I wasn't trying to think up inane Starbucks' Psychic jokes (a.k.a. Carnac the Magnificent) I was better able to be a creative writer.

I am feeling this creativity begin to flow again, minus the Vicodin. Now I just need to get the motivation to write consistently and the discipline to sit down every single day and put in the hours just as I would at a real job. That is, until I find a real job and the creativity is, once again, syphoned from my body like blood from a vampire's victim.