I’m not going to lie; it’s a time-suck. I don’t go out as much as I used to—and when I do, I’m usually either thinking about writing or finding a way to do it without pissing off whomever I’m with. I do a lot of rough drafts during movie previews and AP Calculus. (Yes, I take AP Calculus. Yes, it is kicking my ass). My teachers don’t love this. Neither do my friends.
I think it makes my parents worry about me, since they’re never quite sure what their daughter’s doing. Especially since I don’t keep them in the loop as to what I’m working on, so they have no way of knowing if I’m hammering out a second draft of a novel or playing endless games of internet hearts (both of which frequently inspire me to stay up for all hours).
So writing does detract from my ability to pretend to be a normal person. On the other hand, writing anywhere and everywhere means I’m rarely bored after a test is finished. I also have insane multitask skills—the majority of my books were written in front of House and Friends and Queer as Folk. Blasphemy against Serious Writing, I know.
A few of my friends, also, are immensely supportive. My best friend reads every word I write as soon as I write it, never offering anything harsher than “it’s perfect, I love it,” and my darling boyfriend, who’s finished about five books in his entire life, is an angel about sitting quietly and not bothering me when a scene just. Isn’t. Working.
So I don’t think writing’s lost me any good friends…and I think all the people who would like me if I were social and/or fun still like me even though I’m crazy. But how would I know?
But the crazy ones are the most fun, anyway. So obviously your friends have good taste.
aw, I like to think so :)