I’m working seriously on my current novel, back in the saddle after only lightly touching it for the past six months.
I write a bit, then have to check email. I write a bit, or — worse —
just stare at the screen a bit, then decide I have to go read a blog or
two. Or go get my hourly fix from that new SF website called io9.com (it’s crack for SF&F fans, I’m completely hooked).
Then I write a page or two, and think … wow, I’m lonely.
Sometimes I sit at Starbucks with my friend Bill,
both of us whacking happily away at our laptop keyboards, each working on our
various stories or projects. That, I realize, is when I’m most at ease
with writing. Writing is best done with a partner, even if you’re
working on separate projects.
I remember my college days when I and a loose knit group of writing
friends would all hang out at the local restaurant for hours,
scribbling away with paper and pencil. Breaking every once in a while
to ask a question or to read a passage. Those were the days.
And now I’ll return to writing my novel, and see how long I can go without interrupting myself like this again.