Earlier this week I had tea with fellow writer Faith Hunter and came away from it with a few realizations. The first being, as always, that I really need to get out more. (laugh) The second that you are never to good at your craft to not need someone to talk things over with. (I always come from our teas rejunivated .) The third being that although the lives and work of a writer is pretty much solitary and self-taught, that every single writer, I’m guessing, is probably exactly alike when we get down to the basics.
Now, I’m not saying that we all work the same way or that we are all alike in personality, but I’m looking at my agent, and though we don’t spend much time together, he’s seen enough of us writer-types to know exactly how I’m going to react, expecially when it’s under stress. We’re all alike, us writers, and they know it. We can have one conversation with our mouth, and another one in our head, sometimes simultaneously. We get these long pauses where our attention has shifted from what we’re doing this week to how we can work into our next project that fabulous outfit that woman has on over in the corner. Our spouses or friends can tell us something point-blank, and we might nod and never even hear them because this one aspect that we’ve been working on for two hours is finally making sense and it is far more interesting that the reminder that we have to pick up the dry cleaning.
So I had tea with Ms. Hunter earlier this week, and my faith was renewed that I’m not alone even though I work alone. We had a moment of perfect connection where I was trying to explain something, and her eyes went distant and I thought, “crap, I’m not explaining this very well, and she thinks I’m nuts.” I even told her that, and she laughed, telling me that she got it, and she was trying to see how it fit with something she was doing. She pulled one of my tricks on me. It’s a solitary job, but you’re not alone. We all have the same issues, and we all handle them differently.
Faith is over at her blog today talking about the “idea” and how it drives her nuts until she has direction. The same thing happens to me, but I think it hits Faith harder. She’d love to hear from you if you suffer from “holding the lightning.” ;-) Magical Words.