Sometimes a writer’s life can be lonely.
I blame the blizzard for my current feeling of melancholy, for when I look out the window all I see is snow, snow, snow.
Still, I am in the throes of drafting and revising so am pretty much tied to my computer these days, with the odd break on the treadmill and a bit of yoga to work out the kinks, for there is always a deadline when you are a writer.
(Well not always, but ideally).
In my old life, I worked nearly 80 hours a week, 50-60 of which were spent in meetings with other people. Now I find myself longing for a meeting! My one respite during the workweek is a standing coffee date with friends, and I cling to that coffee date like grim death.
The strange thing about writing full-time is that you’re alone, but you’re also not alone. Right now I am living in 1802 for a good chuck of every day. Soon I will be full-swing into editorial changes for book number two and will be back at the Beaverbrook Art Gallery with Sargent Singer and Mona Dunn.
I am also percolating a picture book idea.
Still, company is a requirement, which is why so many authors, myself included, are so active on social medial. Whenever I feel particularly lonely I can pop online and see what’s up. Nothing like sharing your misery or triumphs with like-minded individuals to keep you going.
For those of you who work at home alone, I’d love to hear your ideas as to how you keep from going stir-crazy!
In the meantime, I dream of spring…