So True this.
Writers are not normal people.
Image from Screencraft
It started when I was a kid. I would often carry a notebook with me, scribbling everything and nothing on its welcoming pages as I sat alone in a quiet corner of the playground, or – later, when I was older – at the end of a long table in study hall. When I entered the working world, my notebook accompanied me on the commuter train and was my lunch date on the Boston Common. Now, in my life as mom and freelance writer, my notebook is an even more constant companion. Tossed in the back seat or tucked into my bag, it is always at the ready. Whether I’m idling in the pick-up line at school, sitting at the edge of the arena watching my daughter ride, or waiting in the doctor’s office, my notebook is never far away.
Just yesterday…
View original post 2,611 more words
Thank you for sharing, Gilbert. 🙂
LikeLike
I had to share @suddenlyjamie. The piece offers such deep insights about the, sometimes, lonely work of being a writer. I am sure many writers can identify with most of the situations you describe in the article.
LikeLike