I’m sitting here in bed, up with the sun this morning, contemplating exactly this: my place as a writer, the solitude that can feel like both an embrace and a jagged edge at the same time. I’m trying to gain some courage to accept a writing group invitation I’ve been putting off. I needed this. Thank you.
Only just got around to reading through this on Monday morning and gosh, this was something I needed. I've been making an effort to talk with other writers more and more lately and this catches all of that.
Thank you for sharing, it was great to have the additional context at the start of this. But also, and more importantly, thank you for this. I finally just finished it and have tears streaming down my face.
Your words had a variation of a similar effect that the final chapter of Stephen King's "On Writing" did, but moreover, because you understand what it is like to go from a corporate environment to pursing what feels like a pipe dream, one that we are told in so many formats, by so many people, is not possible, not realistic, not a smart move. I've been pushing through a corporate career for six years now, successful but perpetually antsy, bopping around from place to place in search of the next role only to discover, when I finally allowed my mind to be quiet enough, that writing is all I've ever wanted to do. Simply coming to that conclusion and accepting it as my (frightening) truth took me a full two years. Perhaps that was my first step through the door of a writer's loneliness that you reference. I continue to take small steps toward that door every day, in the early mornings spent writing in solitude, in the moments I allow myself to come to grips with what may await me on the other side, when I finally pass through.
I’m sitting here in bed, up with the sun this morning, contemplating exactly this: my place as a writer, the solitude that can feel like both an embrace and a jagged edge at the same time. I’m trying to gain some courage to accept a writing group invitation I’ve been putting off. I needed this. Thank you.
Only just got around to reading through this on Monday morning and gosh, this was something I needed. I've been making an effort to talk with other writers more and more lately and this catches all of that.
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Can you share the link to your financial journey on Twitter? I scrolled through your feed to find it but wasn't able to. Thanks!
I'll add it as a link above!
Thank you for sharing, it was great to have the additional context at the start of this. But also, and more importantly, thank you for this. I finally just finished it and have tears streaming down my face.
Your words had a variation of a similar effect that the final chapter of Stephen King's "On Writing" did, but moreover, because you understand what it is like to go from a corporate environment to pursing what feels like a pipe dream, one that we are told in so many formats, by so many people, is not possible, not realistic, not a smart move. I've been pushing through a corporate career for six years now, successful but perpetually antsy, bopping around from place to place in search of the next role only to discover, when I finally allowed my mind to be quiet enough, that writing is all I've ever wanted to do. Simply coming to that conclusion and accepting it as my (frightening) truth took me a full two years. Perhaps that was my first step through the door of a writer's loneliness that you reference. I continue to take small steps toward that door every day, in the early mornings spent writing in solitude, in the moments I allow myself to come to grips with what may await me on the other side, when I finally pass through.
Thank you for writing. Your words mean a lot.