Writers are usually keen observers of life. You will often times find us just sitting and staring, semi-detached and apart from life; an outsider looking in. We usually prefer it that way… just stick us in a comer and let us be—don’t talk to us, but make sure to talk around us. We are typically great listeners with 24/7 thoughts. Sadly, though, those 24/7 thoughts sometimes keep us locked in our own heads (there is so much there to entertain us!), desperately trying to catalog chaotic thoughts and harvest only those that inspire and move us. Sometimes, the harvest is rotten, and we are forced to go back and listen some more. And more, and more, and more….you get the picture. It is, honestly, exhausting at times. At times, there are many thoughts, but nothing inspiring, leaving us desperately searching for something inspiring, which is a problem. Inspiration usually comes when you least expect it, when you are most free from the obsessive qualities that inhabit a writer in the everyday world.
Oh, how I sometimes wish they just sold inspiration in a pretty little box at Rite Aid. ((Sigh))
You inspired me to Laugh in Aisle 1!
What a description of us! I finally understand my sporadic anti-socialistic behaviour! I want to be with people, but I can get my fill very quickly in some cases.
I wonder…as writers, would we bore each other to death??
Ha ha!! Good point!! It’s possible that we might just sit and stare at each other…