Writing is my number one indulgence when I'm alone. I started writing 9 years ago - putting in 8 hours a day from the start. I was a lunatic. Obsessed.
Life and necessity slowed me down a bit, but now I'm trying to get back to that production level. No doubt about it, I'm a happier person when I'm producing.
I celebrate being alone during the day. I grew up an only child, so I'm accustomed to the quiet, relish the chance to 'make' something with the time and yearn for that peace I have to let go of once the clock strikes 2:30 and reality trickles back in.
What does 'alone at last' mean to you?
Do you "run through the house screaming" ? ( anyone remember that old song??)