It’s lonely…being a writer

Well, it can be. I’m not lonely I do, however, feel alone at times. Said husband, kids and animals don’t share my passion for writing. While they are supportive…well, maybe not the goat…they live in their own worlds, lead their own lives.

I have often wondered what it would be like to be part of a ‘writer’s group’. You know, picture the wannabe writers and the published authors getting together once every upon-a-time to share work, critique writing, drink beer…or wine…or something, and have a grand time together. Nice.

Reality: if anyone else writes in English in this country, writes fantasy or Sci Fi, and speaks English where are they?

Solution: Its been grand to join an online writers/critique group. I can’t really do the subject justice. Perhaps not all writers feel alone. I think of the hours I poured over my manuscript(s), not knowing where the story was going, not wanting to ask my relatives/friends to read as they were way too positive. How can that not be ‘alone’.

I struggle at times with the aloneness but I feel it is an author’s prerogative. Does anyone else who ‘writes’ ever feel the same?