Rambles on Writing

Maybe I'm too anti-social for my writing's own good.

I'm a member of a couple of writing groups. My publisher Dreamspinner has one, and there's another for gay writers that I occasionally take part in. And that's the key. Occasionally. The fact is, I know many of the writers in these groups. We have fun on Facebook and Twitter, but I just can't get into the swing of participating in the conversations on the forums. I'm not really a forum guy. I'm not really much of a sharer, which you have probably already discerned from the amount of photos compared to actual wordy posts on here. I see many of my writer friends on the forums, I follow their conversations, and think, 'Wow! I should be contributing.' But I have nothing to add. I don't want to chime in with "You go, gurl!" or "You're an ass monkey!" without giving a reason. And if I gave a reason, then there would be this conversation on the net I'd need to keep coming back to all day because I'm one of these people who always feels like the conversation is never finished without the proper exclamatory mark. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on writing or my workout.

Oy.

I'm really going to have to kick my butt and start participating. Maybe it would even help my sales. I mean, other writers read too. (Though, I do know one writer who told me he never reads other writers' works because he's afraid of the influence they will have on his own. He then asked me to review his book.)

I have figured out as well that I need to find a nice desk and chair. I have been writing standing up for the past few years. My laptop is on my chest of drawers and I stand and type. I've noticed lately a feeling of restlessness. A feeling that, because I'm standing I must be readying to leave or do something so my attention is not fully on my writing. I think this all ties in to my need for a more dramatic change. Quite simply, I'm bored with my surroundings. This is nothing new, but it feels more pronounced these days. Like what I'm doing isn't what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing. But there is hope. I can always feel it.

And now I'm sounding like a New Age guru.

Oh. And one more thing: I hate not having a proper U key.

Silly me. Silly, silly hermit on a leash.