One of the hardest parts about being a writer (or at least trying to, per theme of blog) is how insanely lonely it can get.  Physically, it’s alienating in the sense that I need to isolate myself to get things done.  I end up spending a significant amount of time alone or in the proximity of strangers, which is hardly proximity at all if I stop to think about it.  Cerebrally - well, let’s just say we’ve gone over that one.  But on top of it all, I’m quite young and going through something (you know, the laborious pursuit of revision and publication of a novel) into which most people my age simply aren’t even tuned, let alone experiencing.  There are nights where I want to turn my head and look someone in the eyes, and tell him or her that I’m feeling X.  And I want to hear, “God, yeah, I’m feeling it, too.”

Now and again, I’m glad to have my attention cast to something that makes me feel even the slightest bit less alone.  (Thanks, Shane.)