I've heard it said that writers become reclusive. I've heard it said that they can become buried in their latest project and let other things fall to the wayside. They forget to eat. Sometimes they forget to get dressed. They cloister themselves away, craving solitude, to focus, to think, to research, to ponder, to write.
It's all true.
2 comments:
I think it's great to have a pursuit that makes you happy! Just don't forget to come out of the literary cave for RS tomorrow night ;-)
I'd love it if I forgot to eat!
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