Gala
Do you find writing novels a lonely art? I do.
Here's the deal: I live on my own, in a new house with an awesome view. I have no debts, and a bit of money stashed away to support my writing vocation.
I'm in good health, have wonderful friends. People tend to like me automatically; I guess cuz I like people too. I volunteer with children and elderly, and am the perfect neighbor.
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I have the ideal writing situation, the one many people describe as a pipe dream. Two VAIO computers even. One is a laptop.
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I think the solitude, the introspective nature of being a writer, and of course my grieving situation are not healthy for me right now. I have fantasies of working at Wal-Mart or some low-level, mindless job...but I'm spoiled. I don't ever want to work for anyone, punch their clock, or make them rich while I get peanuts. The caveat is that if I don't start making more cash as a writer, I will have to supplement with a real job.
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Does the lonely art--writing--ever get you down? I'm curious if you don't mind sharing.
I don't like noise when I'm writing. I get angry when people talk on cell phones, or women constantly giggle in public. That's why I don't write much out of my house. But I think I'm gonna have to find a way.
I've talked to friends about this. I may know the answer. I just for once want the luxury of free advice (instead of always being the one giving it.)
I know I'm out of balance because I live, work, eat, and sleep alone. (I hear some of the mothers out there sighing for one day of my life--ha.)
Since I'm spilling my guts, I'll tell that I was married years ago, for a number of years. I have lived on my own most of my life, strong independent...adore men but don't date much because I hate complications. I'm realizing I'm going to have to change my paradigm about that...but that's for another forum.
I see my situation as the ideal writer's life. But the lonely aspect is getting to me. Enough that I've considered burning all those reams of pages, getting rid of the ubiquitous pens an legal pads, books and studies, and simply live like a human being. I can't stop writing. I think I may be at a crossroads about my commitment and love of writing, and finally making the mature leap to keep at it even if I think I suck. It needs to be emotionally livable, is all.
Also, I have a spiritual practice. I talk to Doug (some of you know him as God; I gave him a name that represents his buddy-power to me.) I believe in the collective unconscious. I am certain I'm on a Dark Night of the Soul. Since my mother's death, I gave into my ability to see and converse with ghosts...so in real ways I'm not alone even when I am. I have been working the alone/lonely issue with focus, and that is why it has now become so glaring. I try not to anesthetize reality!
Okay. Hit me.
Here's the deal: I live on my own, in a new house with an awesome view. I have no debts, and a bit of money stashed away to support my writing vocation.
I'm in good health, have wonderful friends. People tend to like me automatically; I guess cuz I like people too. I volunteer with children and elderly, and am the perfect neighbor.
<img border=0 src="http://www.absolutewrite.com/images/emoteCoffee.gif" />
I have the ideal writing situation, the one many people describe as a pipe dream. Two VAIO computers even. One is a laptop.
<img border=0 src="http://www.ezboard.com/image/posticons/pi_bigsmile.gif" />
I think the solitude, the introspective nature of being a writer, and of course my grieving situation are not healthy for me right now. I have fantasies of working at Wal-Mart or some low-level, mindless job...but I'm spoiled. I don't ever want to work for anyone, punch their clock, or make them rich while I get peanuts. The caveat is that if I don't start making more cash as a writer, I will have to supplement with a real job.
<img border=0 src="http://www.absolutewrite.com/images/emotewha.gif" />
Does the lonely art--writing--ever get you down? I'm curious if you don't mind sharing.
I don't like noise when I'm writing. I get angry when people talk on cell phones, or women constantly giggle in public. That's why I don't write much out of my house. But I think I'm gonna have to find a way.
I've talked to friends about this. I may know the answer. I just for once want the luxury of free advice (instead of always being the one giving it.)
I know I'm out of balance because I live, work, eat, and sleep alone. (I hear some of the mothers out there sighing for one day of my life--ha.)
Since I'm spilling my guts, I'll tell that I was married years ago, for a number of years. I have lived on my own most of my life, strong independent...adore men but don't date much because I hate complications. I'm realizing I'm going to have to change my paradigm about that...but that's for another forum.
I see my situation as the ideal writer's life. But the lonely aspect is getting to me. Enough that I've considered burning all those reams of pages, getting rid of the ubiquitous pens an legal pads, books and studies, and simply live like a human being. I can't stop writing. I think I may be at a crossroads about my commitment and love of writing, and finally making the mature leap to keep at it even if I think I suck. It needs to be emotionally livable, is all.
Also, I have a spiritual practice. I talk to Doug (some of you know him as God; I gave him a name that represents his buddy-power to me.) I believe in the collective unconscious. I am certain I'm on a Dark Night of the Soul. Since my mother's death, I gave into my ability to see and converse with ghosts...so in real ways I'm not alone even when I am. I have been working the alone/lonely issue with focus, and that is why it has now become so glaring. I try not to anesthetize reality!
Okay. Hit me.