Writing is a lonely occupation at best. Of course there are stimulating and even happy associations with friends and colleagues, but during the actual work of creation the writer cuts himself off from all others and confronts his subject alone. He moves into a realm where he has never been before -- perhaps where no one has ever been.
It is a lonely place, and even a little frightening... No writer can stand still. He continues to create or he perishes. Each task completed carries its own obligation to go on to something new...
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