It is this question that I believe represents the conversation I was to have with Poe during the week and honestly I've thought about it, but in very general terms and with a degree of hesitancy and even discomfort that anyone might have with a dead, Edger Allan Poe. But now it is time to face the issue and figure out what if anything imprisons me.
I don't believe it is my writing life that imprisons me per say, but the connection it has on the emotional tide that swings like a pendulum between introvert and extrovert. I truly believe that I exhibit signs of both under various circumstances. This sounds odd, I admit.
I sometimes crave the ability to write without distraction and when afforded this opportunity I may be fine shifting to being with family. But there are other times that I want to be around a lot of people - to be apart of a larger writing community. This all seems confusing to me at present and the more I consider it the stranger the emotional extremes seem.
I need to think about how I can balance all this and feel better in each mode. Anxiety I do not need.
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