Writing is a solitary life. The writer climbs into a world no one else can see, searching for the right word or phrase to give power to the words. The writer creates a world of people and places which do not exist except in the writer's imagination. The writer molds and shapes the story, which starts from a tiny germ of an idea and grows into a full-fledged work.
Those who live with writers often complain. Here but not here. Sitting at the computer, glassy-eyed and unresponsive. Obsessed.
Once in a while, even a writer needs to socialize. Family and friends are very nice, but the best people to share with are other writers.
We commiserate. We critique. We enthusiastically share our own created worlds with other writers, who actually understand.
Non-writers can never truly understand. They try, and we appreciate that. But writing is a world unto itself.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
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