I’m like a bad boyfriend. I think about you but I don’t call. I love you but I don’t show it. I’m totally wrapped up in myself and my work. I figure you’ll always be there. I had the shittiest boyfriends on earth. They weren’t even boyfriends, they were platonic friends I not so secretly loved, three night stands, broken divorced men, bicycle messengers and moths.
What does this have to do with writing?
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Everything has to do with writing. In my book.
It’s all about healing the pain.
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“I’m like a bad boyfriend. I think about you but I don’t call. I love you but I don’t show it. I’m totally wrapped up in myself and my work. I figure you’ll always be there.”
Having been a bad boyfriend, I’d have to say you got your game down, girl. Run with it.
What does it have to do with writing? It IS writing. Too bad the significant others get in the way. You’d figure they’d understand.
Longing
What’s so wrong with a platonic friendship? Every girl I met said that’s what they wanted. So… I accepted it. They got what they said they wanted. Well, except for maybe just one.
But, isn’t that just the thing about writing. We love the stories in our head, but the darn thing never show up on the page quite like that.
Rework, rework, rework. Until, “Shove off buster, I have a life to live. Putting you on the shelf.”
I believe that only you can answer that question, Betsy, “What does this have to do with writing?” What does your relationship with men have to do with *your* writing? I believe that my relationships with women have had little to do with my writing, but of course more than a lot to do with my well-being and growth in understanding. A writer’s love life can be chaotic and disruptive, sure, but while writing, I think, a writer is happily all alone, and self-sufficient. As Frost said, paraphrased, writing brings a temporary order to chaos.