Your tribe pulls you off your island for a while. It helps you make sure that you actually are explaining the inexplicable. Sometimes you read each other’s work. Or you listen to each other read out loud. Sometimes you just drink margaritas and eat tacos and laugh. And talk.
…n you’re writing, you’re not really alone. If you’re doing it right, you’re filled with characters. They are real for you. They become more real as you work. And that’s amazing. But they’re just parts of you. As much as they feel like they’re real, and they better, they’re imaginary.