Writing is
lonely. It’s in a room with a closed
door. It’s in your head. It’s in another
world. That world is wonderful, because
in it, everything you ever dreamed of happens, but it’s yours and yours alone.
When I play games or sports, I have my team or my opponent. When I make stained glass, I can share the
process with others in the studio. But
writing…I close my door, I put on headphones,
and I disappear.