I don’t know if this is suitable for roundtable, but it’s one of the few forums I read regularly on here. So I'll give it a go.
Writing is so important to me that sometimes I think I either don’t need love or that I’ll magically find love through it (writing). However, sometimes I miss love and think maybe I won’t find it through my calling in life. I don’t know. But as things stand, my entire writing community consists of people way older than me who are married with kids or retired. My best friends and acquaintances who are my age are not writers. Why is it so hard to find writers my age? Maybe some who are single? Again, I’m not one of those people who needs someone in order to be fulfilled, but it’d just be nice I think. Do you consciously look for romantic prospects or do you just go about your routine not caring and thinking if it happens, it happens? How important is it to you to have someone? If it is important, why? After all, having a passion like writing should be enough, shouldn’t it? Or shouldn’t it? It makes me think about the reasons for doing things in life and what we think we’ll get from doing them – somehow, work and love have always been closely mixed together for me. Your thoughts?
Writing is so important to me that sometimes I think I either don’t need love or that I’ll magically find love through it (writing). However, sometimes I miss love and think maybe I won’t find it through my calling in life. I don’t know. But as things stand, my entire writing community consists of people way older than me who are married with kids or retired. My best friends and acquaintances who are my age are not writers. Why is it so hard to find writers my age? Maybe some who are single? Again, I’m not one of those people who needs someone in order to be fulfilled, but it’d just be nice I think. Do you consciously look for romantic prospects or do you just go about your routine not caring and thinking if it happens, it happens? How important is it to you to have someone? If it is important, why? After all, having a passion like writing should be enough, shouldn’t it? Or shouldn’t it? It makes me think about the reasons for doing things in life and what we think we’ll get from doing them – somehow, work and love have always been closely mixed together for me. Your thoughts?