This is a writing sprint. Please excuse spelling and grammatical errors.
Reading a book a dear frind of mine bought and it’s a compilation of inspirational quotes, thoughts, and little tips for writers. One of the things i read i found quite proound, it talkede of writing lie being one of solitary confinement, and if you can’t handel that, then you needn’t apply.
I don’t recall exactly when I started having this feeling, perhapsy late teens early 20’s. Its a feeling of being alone. As if I were a soothsayer, telling myself in a room of hundres of people, you will still feel alnoe. YOu will always feel separated, your life long companion alwauys has and forever will be your thouhghts.
I wonder if a solitary mind and heart define the person, wjhich in turn creates the writer, or is the writer the true author of their own life, telling the heart and mind this is who they are. Truth could be for anyone really, perhaps for artists in general. We all live so deeply withoun our mind