Most of it is true. They are. Writers tend to be the loneliest creatures on Earth. 

Mecyll’s Note: This post is a republished article written in 2016 and published on my previous blog (nulled), “Behind Pen & Paper.” I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing about the Behind-The-Scenes most writers endure to produce quality content for the internet.

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Why do writers want to be alone all the time? It’s a question most people treat as a cliche. As you see, I always refer to how media presents us and creates a stereotype of who we are and how we are. 

Most of it is true. They are. Writers tend to be the loneliest creatures on Earth. 

Table of Contents

• Writers Are Lonely Creatures.
• How Writers Accept The Lonely Life?
• Writers Want to be Alone – Your Takeaway!

Writers Are Lonely Creatures.

Today, my boss and I talked about our day-to-day experiences. He asked me to live happily, no matter what. As soon as I saw his message, I honestly was taken aback because of one thought. Loneliness. 

I told him that he had been working as a writer for four years. I’d never been to most social events as others my age did. I spent most of the time at home, writing the whole day at my desk. 

My constant companion, my sister, and my dog, are the only living creatures I talk to. If not, stay by their side amid the silence. 

As a writer, I couldn’t remember the last time I hung out with friends.

He shared the same thing. He spent most of the time on his computer and focused on work. We share the same sentiments, which gives me consolation, even for a bit. 

As a writer, I couldn’t remember the last time I hung out with friends. Yet, I recall the time I finished my books in the bedroom alone. It was enthralling and so exciting. But then again, I was alone. 

I could have gone out and celebrated the success with a few people. Yet, there was none. Nobody understands that feeling anyway. Not even my husband could.

I was alone when I began and alone when I succeeded. 

How Writers Accept The Lonely Life?

This is how writers live their lives and why they always want to be alone. As with most online sources, writing requires a bolster in mind, work, and concentration to finish the tasks. It’s not social as other creative artists do. 

We work underneath the spotlight, with nobody surrounding us except our lampshades, pens, and paper.

We live in the shadows and suffer without letting everybody know. Our unhealthy habits prevail no matter how much we try to hide our sorrows. Alcohol abuse, coffee addiction, loneliness, and despair are a few. 

Deep down in my soul, I want to scribble the words hoping someone could read what I want to say. No matter what they are.

These are the ways we could cope with the emotions boiling underneath us. So that you know, we feel frustrated and angry with ourselves for choosing this path.

Honestly, I’d want to punch the walls and cry a river resenting myself for doing it. But deep in my heart, I knew I was born to write. 

Deep down in my soul, I want to scribble the words hoping someone could read what I want to say. No matter what they are. Be it in the stories we create or the blog posts we publish. They’re all tangled in our veins. 

Because knowing nobody could apprehend our ways of thinking, we couldn’t help but immerse ourselves in the darkness and cope in our own ways. Personally, I drink a lot and slowly destroy my body for it. 

Writers Want to be Alone – Your Takeaway!

As Mary Sellers mentioned in her post, “All the time working on falling in love with that singularity. Because really.

What’s so wrong with being alone?” Yes, there’s nothing with being alone. Besides, we’re working on our craft and enjoying it.

What could we do? 

The nature of our work requires it. We must be alone to boost our creativity and express what we have to express with perfection. We need the silence to concentrate and put our imagination into written form without messing it up. 

This is our fate. We must face its harsh truth as we go along with the journey. We choose this road without somebody by our side. Let alone the loneliness succumbs to us until our death.

Silence, despair, and loneliness are our best friends. 

As a writer, I have already accepted it. It’s my vocation. I’m a writer anyway.