Why Do Writers Want To Be Alone All The Time?
Why do writers want to be alone all the time?
It’s a question most people treat as a cliche. As you see, I always refer to how media presents us and create a stereotype of who we are, how we are.
Most of it is true. They really are. Writers tend to be the loneliest creatures on Earth.
Writers Are Lonely Creatures.
Today, my boss and I shared a bit of a personal talk about our day-to-day experiences. He asked me to live happily no matter what. As soon as I saw his message, I honestly was taken aback because of one thought. Loneliness.
I told him that for 4 years working as a writer, I’d never been to most social events as others of my age do.
I spent most of the time at home, stuck in my desk writing the whole day. My constant companion, my sister and my dog, are the only living creatures I talk to. If not, stay by their side amid the silence.
He shared the same thing. He spent most of the time on his computer and focused on work. Both of us share the same sentiments, which gives me consolation even for just a bit.
As a writer, I couldn’t remember the last time I hung out with friends. Yet, I clearly recall the time I finished my books in the bedroom alone. It was enthralling, so exciting.
But then again, I was alone. I could have gone out and celebrated the success with a few people. Yet, there was none. Nobody understands that feeling anyway. Not even my husband could.
I was alone when I began, I was alone when I succeeded.
How Writers Accept The Lonely Life?
I guess this is how writers live their lives. I guess this is why writers want to be alone all the time.
As most online sources mentioned, writing by itself requires a bolster in mind work and concentration to finish the tasks. It’s not social as other creative artists do.
We work underneath the spotlight, with nobody surrounding us except our lampshades, pens, and paper.
We live in the shadows and suffer without letting everybody know. No matter how much we try to hide our sorrows, our unhealthy habits prevail. Alcohol abuse, coffee addiction, loneliness, and despair to name a few.
These are the ways we could cope with the emotions boiling underneath us. Just so you know, we feel frustrated and angry with ourselves for choosing this path.
Honestly, I’d want to punch the walls and cry a river resenting myself for doing it. But…deep in my heart, I always know I was born to write.
Deep down in my soul, I want to scribble the words hoping someone could read what I want to say. No matter what they are. Be it in the stories we create nor the blog posts we publish. They’re all tangled in our veins.
Because of knowing nobody could apprehend our ways of thinking, we couldn’t help but immerse in the darkness and cope in our own ways. Personally, I drink a lot and slowly destroy my body for it.
As Mary Sellers mentions it, “All the time working on falling in love with that singularity. Because, really. What’s so wrong with being alone?” Yes, there’s nothing with being alone. Besides, we’re working with our craft and we’re enjoying it.
What could we do? The nature of our work requires it. We have to be alone to make sure we boost our creativity and express what we have to express with perfection. We need the silence to concentrate and put our imagination into written form without messing it up.
This is our fate. We must face its harsh truth as we go along with the journey. We choose this road without somebody by our side.
Let alone the loneliness succumbs to us until our death. Silence, despair, and loneliness are our best friends.
As a writer, I have already accepted it. It’s my vocation. I’m a writer anyway.