If I aimed to write every day, then I’d have nothing to write.
There’s all the stuff you list below. Those are things to do, and those things — and others like them — are my life. What would I have to hack without them? Besides, they provide me with perspective, with knowledge. What would I be able to write that interested anyone else or gave them anything useful or insightful? I suppose if I had an innate talent with words I could hold attention for a short while, but without something to say, even beautiful prose fades. Now, beautiful prose or poetry that has something to say, that is rare and timeless.