Somewhere To Write

I generally need a private space to write. I pop on some Skillet, The Letter Black, or Red and just start leaving the real world behind to let the characters in my head tell the story. People around me distract as I will invariably listen to the conversations and let their words overpower what I am thinking. This can lead to getting nothing done, so I hide when I write. Others like the group settings to chill, type, and sip coffee with friends, no judgement, it’s just not me.

I believe that we, people in general, are never the same. Though, I also could say that, as a whole, humanity hasn’t changed in the history I have studied. Stiff necked lot we are. As a strong introvert, peopling wears me out, and makes creating hard. You say, “I thought you were a role player.” I am, in small groups, with people I know, and in my good days I can run an story heavy game.

I guess this wandering train leads me to say, find where you feel happy writing. If that’s in a field of daisies with a notebook, do it there. I can’t tell you where to write, I don’t know you. What I can tell you is write, do it till you find that happy place. No one can tell you that this is the only way to do this odd hobby.

You do have a story to tell, and some where there is an audience for that story. I am sorry if its not me, but again, none of us are the same, I, for one, am happy for that.