Thursday was the beginning of my bachelor days. Don’t worry, my marriage has not dissolved under the weight of my angsty manuscript; DP has a job that takes him out of town for three to six weeks during the summer. That sounds all Special Forces, but in fact he is teaching writing to a bunch of genius children.
In the beginning years I pined and moaned. We talked for hours every night. Now that we’re an old married couple, I pine a little bit, and then I enjoy the solitude. This whole apartment. All mine. I sleep diagonally in the bed. I have silence. Eventually I’ll pine again, but by then he’ll be back.
It’s been hot, and so I walk around the house baring a lot of flesh. One of the nice things about editing is that it requires very little movement. My spot on the couch is piling up again with books, notebooks, and empty glasses. Dog and Guest Dog drive me crazy. But I have more space to think, to space out, to work and to write.
Who are you when you are alone?