Yes, writing is something that allows us to communicate with others. Yes, writing is a way for us to express ourselves. Yes, writing is a way to put down the stories that play like movies in my head. The thing about writing though, just like my art and my photography, is that it is primarily something I do alone. I mean, someone can come and watch me write, but eventually they’ll become such a distraction that I’ll ask them to leave. Unless you too are a writer and are writing at the same time as I am, you are more of a distraction than anything else if you are in the room while I write. I think that it’s why I liked Grub Street so much. It was a community of writers and though my style was different from most of the people there, it was essentially, an entire floor of a building dedicated to writers and we all sat together, alone in our thoughts but not in our purpose. It was one of the few times I felt kinship while writing, the other times being during my writing courses at BC.
I feel bad sometimes because there are nights where I simply shut everyone else out and write. My mother says that it isolates me. But there is no other way for me to do what I need to do with it. I am, in a lot of ways, a lonely sort of person. A lot of my passions can only be done alone or in a group where everyone exists within their own bubble and shares a common purpose. I wish that there was something like that around here, a Grub Street for where I live now, but I have found that it doesn’t really exist anywhere else when I’ve looked. Maybe one day I’ll have to found my own version of it. We shall see what we shall see. Where the wind takes me nobody knows and where my writing takes me, only the wind knows.