Not literally but you should read this entry over at Pank by my friend Mensah. Here is the bit that is relevent to me today.
I find it amusing when other writers habits are the near inverse of my own.
I am a late night writer. I am at my best 11 PM to about 5-6 AM.
If life were my oyster and I did not have to work for a living those would probably be my actual at home writing hours.
Oh before I move along here I should mention I finished Nanowrimo last night at about 2 AM as predicted. I am not really ready to dig through it yet. I want to let what I created sit for a while.
Back to that little quote.
To write is to be away, yes. Yes.
I realize a lot of people think writing about writing is boring I don’t. Writing about writing so often becomes some other thing entirely.
To be away.
I am away. In some ways the only time I can be away in my actual life is when I write. I have long days full of work and commuting.
My partner and I aren’t the most social of butterflies so we don’t really go out much.
Despite my occasionally adventurous spirit, I do most of my spelunking inside my own head. I put my foot in a lot of deep dark cold puddles. I trip on piles of shit left around my brain.
It’s often a bad trip.
Bad but sometimes worth it in the end.
Right now I want to go.
I do a lot of writing while I am at work and it can be hard to return from that place to do the shit I need to do.
Today that’s going to be hard.
I want to get lost in writing tiny essays. Last night I used my smart phone for actual writing and write a tiny essay that I actually kind of really love.
I am not doing that today though. I am going to update my website, get a couple of submissions going. You know the business that Nanowrimo sucked too much of my attention to complete.
I don’t know what my point is.
I’m going away.