Ever so often, I turn hermit.
I vanish from the online social space and ignore my phone.* I disregard my characters and my writing and instead hide in books or TV. I don’t watch the news or pay attention to current events and make myself comfortable on my sofa growling at those who dare disturb this haven.
Why? Well it’s a default factory setting in my brain.
This month I entered a semi-hermit state. I’ve been ignoring most things and hiding in books, books and then some more books. I worked out that I’ve actually management to read over 30 books this month** while barely writing more then a couple of chapters. The only reason I haven’t tuned out the world completely is Write Hope.
The advantages of having hermit moments is that I only have to deal with the problems faced by the people I’m reading about. Most of my reading during this phase consist of the trash-pile (I really need a better name, suggestions?) which means 10 out of 10 times I have a happy end and despite imminent death or destruction my hero will find love have thrilling adventures and be sarcastic enough to make me smile. The disadvantage is when I come back and have to play catch up.
I never like that part.
Which means that I drag out my hermititus as long as possible (I’m really wondering if I can carry this one on to April) and yes I know that makes returning worse. It’s as nonsensical and the puppy-cleaning-glove I got for Christmas 4 years ago when I don’t own a dog, or a cat or anything with fur…
Yet as soon as I enter hermit-status there seems to be a flashing neon sign that attracts people who try break through the barricaded door. People who I haven’t heard from in months, years even suddenly need to talk to me.
Where is the logic in that?
*that’s not so hard because it hardly rings
**this consists of well over 20 new ones and around 16 I’ve skim-re-read so I only count them as 1/2