The hardest thing writers have to face is not being “normal” anymore. Time becomes a different. You realize your time isn’t someone else’s time. Committing yourself to “the pages” requires enormous hours and patience. It requires a lot of self reflection. People—particularly friends—don’t realize how much of you is required to write. You aren’t becoming solitary or anti-social. You’ve simply found a different neighbourhood, filled with characters you create, a place where nobody’s normal, so you have a hard time with normalcy—or those willing to accept normalcy. It’s extraordinary, sure, but it’s not something others are going to understand—or necessarily accept. You gave up one life for another. You gave up normalcy simply to get things done. Thanks for the post.