I have no idea. Writing's role in my life is in flux at the moment, as are the roles of just about everything else in my life, too. I need Dramamine just to get through a day, with all this fluxing.
I think about writing constantly. Except when I'm thinking about something else, like art or politics or sex. And half the time, those things contribute to thinking about writing -- or they contribute to thinking about art. So I'd say writing and art, together, take up the majority of my waking thoughts -- and many of my dreams, too.
However, I don't do them as much as I think about them, normally. This is because things I think about less seem to avenge themselves by demanding more action -- especially that pestiferous little turd called Money. I don't like that. I wish those things would leave me the hell alone so I could write and make art and bind them into the same book.
Recently, I had a what you might call a breakthrough on the writing, and I'm doing it more now than I did previous. So I'm once again thinking about getting published and giving writing a bigger role in my life. However, Money is kicking up a piss again, and even Art is distracting me with a deadline.