The Lonely Writer

Writing is solitary business. There’s no getting around it. One person, one chair, one story. Even if you collaborate with another writer, each part is done separately before bringing them together. The thing about pursuing a solitary endeavor…

It can be lonely.

Without other distractions, you’re left to face your own doubts, insecurities, and criticism. I don’t care if you have the most supportive family, wife, kids, or cubical mates. Unless they themselves are writers, they can’t entirely understand, though they might try.

But you didn’t come here to hear me complain, did you? I’m here to tell you how to get around this. How I’m currently getting around this. The answer is simple.

Surround yourself with people of a like mind in the same situation.

A couple of days ago I enrolled in another creative writing class. On many levels I don’t need to be in another writing course. Really, if I haven’t learned enough in the years I’ve already put in, I need to direct my energies somewhere else. I’m not saying I don’t have more to learn. Learning is a lifelong condition.

No, what I’m taking this course for are the people in it. I’ll be sitting in a room filled with creative, solitary types. Just. Like. Me. Once the initial ice gets broken, it happens. Ideas and motivations churn and seethe just waiting to be shaped. Creativity surges as if from a bottomless source. Sure, that might sound a bit over the top, but I can’t tell you the number of nights I’ve spent after a good class, wearing out the keys on my laptop because I couldn’t get the ideas out fast enough.

This is a good environment to be in.

The good also comes with the bad, and I might go into them more in another post. For now know that the good far outweigh the bad. For me, I can’t wait to get started again. I need those other people. Those neurotic, creative people. It makes the solitary confinement bearable because I know it’s still

one person,

one chair,

one story.