tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648435619736920024.post5311582578110592140..comments2023-12-30T21:36:06.425+00:00Comments on Put up with rain: Writing is my TherapyPut Up With Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02293737831040832903noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648435619736920024.post-73664281465685424712013-11-03T22:34:28.161+00:002013-11-03T22:34:28.161+00:00Sam, yep, I need that space to myself to think. No...Sam, yep, I need that space to myself to think. Not so much with blogging, but with writing fiction, I need to be completely in the moment of what I'm writing about. A cry of 'Muuuum!!! I've done a POOOO!' isn't conducive to creativity. The few (terrible) blogposts I managed before this year (majorly depressed, working full time, children at home) bear no relation to how and what I write now, when I have space to write (and a totally awesome boyfriend who supports me doing that).<br /><br />It's strange how many of us feel the same way about writing. It's just the act of getting the words out that makes me feel like I'm sucking the venom from the bite. Put Up With Rainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02293737831040832903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648435619736920024.post-6154920976439357752013-11-02T20:30:30.676+00:002013-11-02T20:30:30.676+00:00Aha! You're right - having older children who ...Aha! You're right - having older children who go to school obviously does make a difference to you as a writer. This is what I was talking about - only having those couple of hours after they've gone to bed and trying to write, plus relax, plus wind down/switch off/be entertained/catch up on reading - its just bloody impossible right now! Also putting thoughts on paper IS therapy. I once stayed awake all night writing a letter (which never got sent) to my husband's ex-wife remonstrating about the bloody rude letter she sent him, laced with veiled threats and tenuous accusations (hers not mine). I was so bloody angry but writing my response helped me let it go. Samhttp://andthenthefunbegan.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648435619736920024.post-90608203504888418342013-11-01T20:34:34.859+00:002013-11-01T20:34:34.859+00:00I need alone time every day. If I don't get it...I need alone time every day. If I don't get it, zoweee, I get grouchy. And I need to be alone to write.<br /><br />I have been known to hide full bottles of milk in the spare fridge, so I can pretend we're out of milk and I need to go to the shop. Just so I can frame thoughts more clearly. Yes, I am that misanthropic.Put Up With Rainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02293737831040832903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648435619736920024.post-32693353669826925782013-11-01T17:35:46.868+00:002013-11-01T17:35:46.868+00:00Glad you managed to get some time to yourself... s...Glad you managed to get some time to yourself... sometimes being alone and just getting on with things in your own head is enough to make a difference. xStephhttp://www.stephinlondon.comnoreply@blogger.com