The Internet is a writer's friend and a writer's enemy. It gives us community and support in an otherwise very solitary profession. It's a generous platform, especially for writers. But the Internet is also a big problem for writers.
Most of us do not want to accept this universal truth. We want our relationships to come easily, without bumps and hiccoughs, never mind gutting pain or bottomless challenges or high-altitude hopelessness.
It's 3:00 in the morning and for some reason I can't sleep. That never happens to me. There is so much going on in my mind that I just have to write it out and then hopefully get back to bed. A friend said something to me yesterday that has my mind spinning.
Lacking emotional intelligence is the norm in our culture, and it is common behavior to hold our relationships hostage to our internal dissatisfaction and unhappiness. Tragically, it is too easy to buy into rejection and accept the blame.
I didn't write my book with any intention of it becoming an international bestseller, landing on the NY Times Bestseller list. I wrote my way through a crisis because as a writer, that's how I process life.