Life Events Recap: Part 2 of Many
Writing, in general, is a solitary activity. And therefore not nearly as much fun as hanging out with your friends. The solution is to have amongst your friends other writers who are willing to put in long hours at the library with you, shoulder to shoulder, and then listen while you describe your latest imagined health concern in detail over dinner, and assure you that it’s in your head. (Then you do the same for them. That’s what friends are for.)
I am lucky to have such friends, and lucky also that one of them has a house in Amagansett, near the beach, that can become a homemade writers’ retreat when necessary.
The library in question:
The beach in question:
The friends in question:
The dinner in question:
The health concerns in question: