It occured to me today that, oddly enough, I’m not the only one who works at home … alone. So many writers, and artists do so as well. For the most part it’s a good thing as it gives us the opportunity to let out creative imaginations fly free.
However, as so many of you also know, it’s not like that every day. Some days it’s like this:
Yeah, and other days it worse. I don’t know about any of you, but I’m willing to bet that, like me, some days some of you’d kill for some adult company, even if for just a chat over tea, anything to see another human face.
I’m lucky, my lady love will soon close her shop in the city and move everything to her home studio, but for today, I’m sulking. (Writer’s block sucks, perhaps I’ll switch to knitting for today.)
I could be wrong, I guess. How about you? Any of you ever get like that?