I am experiencing a totally joyous event – I’m alone. I have the entire house to myself. Roomie went fishing and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. Don’t get me wrong, roomie is a good guy and we do fine as room mates. But, I rarely get an entire day and half alone and to myself.
And a funny thing happens on that rare occasion when I have total solitude – I perk right up. I’m not tired at midnight. I could read and write all night. I have no thought to deadlines and must-do’s and have-to-be’s. It’s really wonderful. I guess I’m saying I love my own company. No…that’s not it. It’s that I have freedoms when I’m alone that I do not have in the presence of other people. I don’t have to turn down my music or be quiet when I want a late night snack, I can watch tv all night without worrying that I’m disturbing someone, or talk on the phone with my night owl friends. I can leave my door open without concerns of modesty or intrusion. I can think without interruption. I can write without having to stop in mid-thought to answer questions about pets or air conditioners. I can just breathe.
I think that all writers are like that. We need time alone. Time to ourselves. Time to think. Time to reflect. Time to consider. Time to create. Though most of us adapt and learn to write anywhere and nearly under any circumstance. The best times are always when we’re alone, when we don’t have to interact with anything other than our own minds and creativity. Could be that there just isn’t room for others when you already have a mind full of characters chatting, carping and raising hell.
How about you? Do you crave alone-ness? What do you do when you have the whole house to yourself?