Last year, I wrote about how writing is perceived as a solitary activity. The solitude is still one of the main reasons I write; it gives me a wonderful excuse to avoid humanity.
Even so, it’s odd to be a writer because you need time alone to write, but at the same time, you need to be around people and experience life to make your writing more realistic and relatable. There’s that old-fashioned song (based off the book of Ecclesiastes) that says there is a season for everything, so I guess that’s one of those cases. There is a season to socialize and a season to write and synthesize what you have learned from your wanderings in reality.
That requires writers to guard their time and spend it wisely. Non-writers are often put off by writers’ requests to be alone so they can capture this idea, finish this paragraph, revise this scene. (Don’t take it personally, non-writers. We still love you and want to spend time with you.)
There is also the myth of the “crazy” reclusive writer, perhaps the one who has gotten too much alone time, so the only person he knows how to talk to is himself. I believe having too much solitude is a real threat… the more time you spend alone, paradoxically, the more reluctant you are to break free from your solitude and the more you convince yourself that you are the only person in the world. It’s like you become used to sealing yourself off. It’s safer in the bubble, yes, but it’s a lot less fun, and your writing will suffer for it.
So we should take a cue from ol’ King Solomon and remember that there’s a season for everything.