I started writing seriously in 2012 (last year), after a very long break. One of the things I quickly discovered, apart from the fact that I love writing stories in my handwriting, is the fact that writing is a very solitary experience.
While the ideas for stories, blog posts or anything else can come while you’re in the middle of a heated debate, conversations, eating, exercising, etc, the process of putting pen to paper (or hands to keyboard) is something you have to do by yourself.
Solitude does not necessarily mean confinement to a quiet place. After all, I do a good bit of writing in public places, which are by no means “quiet,” e.g. coffee shop, book stores, etc.
However, what I am referring to is a sort of mental solitude, where you block out all the external distractions and simply immerse yourself in a story. I think reading can be done the same way. That solitude, I believe, is the writer’s way.
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