Sure, lots of people do it. But when it’s time to put words to page, the writer is often isolated behind four walls.
We talk to ourselves. We get talked to by inspirational quotes we’ve framed, tacked, or taped all around the writing den, not to mention characters we’ve made up.
We stare into space. Drum fingers. Type. Delete. Backspace. Rewrite.
Minutes pass into hours. Hours produce hundreds of words, maybe thousands. Or not.
And we do this, enjoying or enduring it, day in and day out.
Yet there are things that bind us. Little constants, partaken of or adhered to by writers, that act as invisible dots. From that keyboard clacking in the cubbyhole of an office, to the one tap-tap-tapping from the lounge chair on the beach.
A sip of something hot and steaming between paragraphs.
A nibble on sweet treats at the close of a scene.
A dip into the pages of someone else’s book while we break from writing our own.
Coffee. Chocolate. Chai.
#anwriting to #amreading.
Word counts. Daily goals. Settings. Arcs. Plot points. Characters. Dark moments. Platform.
These things take the solitary, isolated writer and give her a place among thousands of sisters and brothers who live the writer life.
The write kind of life. And we dare not trade it.
Your turn: What are your favorite things about the community you belong to in your line of work?