Sometimes we write to process the things that happen in our real worlds. Often it's a pause behind a door, a process of digesting painful truths. Sometimes it's a distillation period, a conduit for someone else to say, "yes, I felt that too." Sometime's it's solace. Sometime's it's celebration.
How do we balance our solitude, time spent with only the words in our heads, and our real lives?
It is said that writing is examining a life worth living. Let me ask this question: can you spend your time only writing?
It's a delicate balance. How do you do it?
