Writers can be reclusive sometimes. We tend to get caught up in our own worlds and our stories. Sometimes we forget that there are other people around us and that there is even a real world. And that means that our relationships suffer.
We don't mean for it to happen. We honestly don't mean to lock ourselves up for days on end and ignore the important people in our lives. It isn't done consciously. But when that writing mood overtakes us (or deadlines), we sometimes don't have a choice. For a writer, putting words to paper is almost like eating. It's a part of life that we can't live without. And it's incredibly important for us. And sometimes the people we love suffer because of it.
But sometimes we get lucky. We find those people who are wonderful and patient. Those people who are strong enough to handle the silence and the overwhelming craziness that is life with a writer. And when we find those people, trust me, we appreciate them. We might not say it out loud enough, but we appreciate them more than anyone could ever imagine. Because those people are there when we are caught up in the emotions of our characters and we can't get away from them. Those people are there when we need to get out of our own minds and take a break. Those people are there when we need help to just relax.
Our relationships might suffer, but that doesn't mean we don't love the people around us.
Check out my blog post here about why the family of a writer is made of saints.
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