This is the first year both my little ones are in school, giving me significant hours during the day alone. A friend of mine recently asked me how I was enjoying the time. I said I was. I've been busy working, shopping alone, running, and cleaning and organizing the house.
But the strange thing is the hours I spend in silence. With no one else in the house, I go hours without talking. My friend got sad for me, saying she forgot about that aspect of it.
But I interrupted her, and said the strange thing was that I was far from lonely. The hours I spend with the characters in my books feel like I'm spending time with friends. I know everything about them now, and love to see the ways their lives are turning out.
So even though I'm alone, I'm really not.
Also, I do know this might sound a little crazy to other people, but I'm sure other writers would agree with me. Or at least I hope so!