A Crowded Solitude
I hate to be alone. I've never done alone well. I've spent too much time alone in my life, there are very few instances when being alone is what I crave.
Unless I'm writing. Then I need the uninterrupted time to form thoughts and concepts and sentences ...
So I sent an email to an magazine editor I've worked with ... a dozen story ideas pitched and he loves them all ... takes four of them for the first three months of 2014, a regular column idea, three other stories for spring and summer and another for next December. And we'll talk about others as the year moves on.
Now ... I just need some alone time. My son wants to talk about something interesting he's read about regarding development of speech ... the twins (who basically live with us at this point) fight their naps, want food, need clean diapers, desire attention, fall asleep ... then phone call ... the girls' father (who also lives with us at this point) needs to talk about an appointment and we end up talking about his grandparents ...and then the girls are woken by the dog barking at the mailman ... and then daughter comes to see the girls ... and .. and ... and ... and ...
Why can't I get alone time when I want it? When I NEED it?
Why can't I get time with someone when I want it?
I'm constantly surrounded by people who all need me for something ... and yet still always truly alone
Unless I'm writing. Then I need the uninterrupted time to form thoughts and concepts and sentences ...
So I sent an email to an magazine editor I've worked with ... a dozen story ideas pitched and he loves them all ... takes four of them for the first three months of 2014, a regular column idea, three other stories for spring and summer and another for next December. And we'll talk about others as the year moves on.
Now ... I just need some alone time. My son wants to talk about something interesting he's read about regarding development of speech ... the twins (who basically live with us at this point) fight their naps, want food, need clean diapers, desire attention, fall asleep ... then phone call ... the girls' father (who also lives with us at this point) needs to talk about an appointment and we end up talking about his grandparents ...and then the girls are woken by the dog barking at the mailman ... and then daughter comes to see the girls ... and .. and ... and ... and ...
Why can't I get alone time when I want it? When I NEED it?
Why can't I get time with someone when I want it?
I'm constantly surrounded by people who all need me for something ... and yet still always truly alone