"Withdrawing to introversion and seclusion..."
I made a fine introvert and borderline recluse. I was a parody of a writer. In more ways than one.
It's hard to go back to, because I'm used to writing (or "writing") as part of a conversation. What you're constantly doing is pushing off of other people's thoughts like a swimmer pushes off of the pool wall to begin another lap.
Also known as, um, talking.
"It could be years before your genius is exposed to the world."
I do it because it's enjoyable. Because it satisfies me. Because it's really a kind of compulsion and has long been.
Not because I think myself brilliant.
Words are the most wonderful things.
Putting them together just so, in the odd, magical moment, a most wonderful feeling.
At its best, it really is like writing music.
It's hard to go back to...
Almost as hard as simply sitting alone with one's own thoughts.
But, boy, it's been illuminating.