Woodpecker or Writer?

Today I’m sitting in my desk chair at my computer feeling quite grumpy about everything ... and nothing. One of those days.

And I see a woodpecker swoop in and begin pecking at a big birch stump outside my window. I watch it for awhile.

My mind wanders to this comparison:

woodpecker: bashes away at wood to make holes in which to find bugs to eat
writer: bashes away at keyboard to make stories to sell so as to obtain crumbs to eat

woodpecker: perhaps does not find reward in every hole it bashes but keeps bashing anyway
writer: not likely to get reward for every story it bashes out but keeps bashing anyway

woodpecker: has thick skull so brain can withstand prolonged impact and continue to direct bird to pursue lifestyle of bashing away on wood, even when pulling up worms or foraging for seeds might seem to be a more sensible choice
writer: has thick skull so brain cannot easily be dissuaded from pursuing lifestyle of bashing away at keyboard, even when flipping burgers might seem to be a more sensible choice

Hunh.

sdfaghaerahpruoghv;zdiflkxvnzkjdfbv
[my head bashes keyboard, nicely amalgamating the two lifestyle choices outlined above]