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Flying Solo

In Essays, The Daily Drool on April 29, 2009 at 3:44 pm

Ahh, the life of a writer.  We sit in solitude, tap, tap, tapping away at the keys, laboring over the birth of our creative babies – whether we do it in our basement, a library’s nook, or amongst the hubub of our local cafe- it’s a pretty lonely road.  Especially when you’re the kind who doesn’t remember to come up for air very often.

But how long can you go without socially breathing?  I remember a time in grad school where I would even eat at my desk, merrily toiling away at the hours, naught for worries as long as I was working.  Then, when the thing was (miraculously) finished, I would look around at my quiet little apartment and wonder where everybody went.  

Now that I’m no longer fighting deadlines on a quarterly basis, my schedule has opened up to the possibility of a more refined social life… I say possibility because although I have the availability, I find myself stuck in some similar patterns.  Sometimes it is much easier (and familiar) to stay at home, redecorating the kitchen cupboards or some other non-writing nonsense, than it is to suddenly break out into the fast and frenzy of “The World”. And this staying in… it can get to you.  

I recently spoke with a friend about this very thing – about our propensity as writers to relish in the monkishness – to hide behind our laptops and furious imaginations – to the point where we start to forget that we aren’t the only ones fighting the creative monsters.  We forget that there is a whole ‘nother world outside those of our imagination, and that this world is a very important place to visit.  

We need to touch base with the people around us, to share time with them, to laugh with them, to remember that we too are human and breathing.  That skin is meant to be touched, that arms are meant to be snuggled into, that a breath shared can reinvigorate even the most weary of souls.  We need to remember that we are not alone, that this world is ours to enjoy as much as anything else.  Because what happens when you bunk down for too long is that you start to feel very isolated, and then you run the risk of having that beautiful imagination turn on you.  You run the risk of going a little more batty than you (probably) already are.  

So get out!  Get out of the house today. Take a walk on the beach, or go bowling, or go catch a silly movie.  Just make sure you do it with a friend.  And listen to them.  Let them remind you why you write.  Let them remind you that you are human.

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