Social Life?

Here it is, Friday night. What am I doing? Sitting in my room, futzing with my web site and trying to movitvate myself to write for awhile before I start my Friday night movie marathon. I ask you, is this any way for a single woman to spend her weekend night?

The thing is, I'm very content with this plan. That, I beleive, is the crux of why I don't have much of a social life these days. Or, rather, why my social life consists of visiting my various chat rooms to see what other writers are up to.

The thing I feared would happen if I ever started writing in earnest has, indeed, happened. I have become a virtual recluse. I knew I had these hermit tendencies, and that writing would likely exacerbate them. So I fought it. I just wasn't ready to spend every evening alone while I was in my twenties and early thirties. And I knew if I started writing I would. Yes, I am that self aware (ha).

What happened? It snuck up on me. I had an irrestible urge to tell a particular story. I spent six months writing when the muse struck, which was once every few weeks. Then I got a little more disciplined about. But I didn't become a virtual hermit until the first draft was done. Because that is when I went on-line searching for kindred spirits. And I found them. And am now perfectly happy spending Friday night reading blogs, seeing what other writers are up to, and letting them inspire me. Who has time to go out on the town?

I'm glad I finally let the writer out. It's very peaceful in my room right now, with my two cats asleep on the bed and the dog I'm babysitting this week laying at my feet. This is absolutely how I want to spend Friday night.