In the New York Times the other day there was an article on John Cheever's life in suburbia. At one point, it said of his widow, "Mrs. Cheever took care to point out that her husband wrote only in the mornings because by the afternoon he was often drunk on gin."
That got me thinking about the inherent loneliness of the long-distance writer.
We all, we who choose to do this as a passion and for a living, feel that, don't we? The loneliness that is unavoidable when we spend a good part of our lives shut away from the rest of the world, creating, with no one for companionship but our own characters?
Especially when we don't stop the workday early at lunchtime to get drunk.
But I also got to thinking about what John Cheever's life would have been like if he'd lived a little later, if the Internet had been part of his daily existence?
The Internet, for all its downsides - and it does have them! - shrinks the world and also brings it right into my home so that anytime during the workday that I feel like chatting with others, I can visit my invisible friends at BookBalloon (forum for readers) or Backspace (forum for writers).
So I don't need to start drinking at noon. I can wait until five! Or even six!
Of course, maybe Cheever's stories wouldn't have been so amazing if he'd had the distractions of online Sudoku and YouTube.
How about you? What sites get you through the occasional loneliness of the writing day?
Be well. Don't forget to write.