Right now, I'm at an exclusive retreat for writers of poetry and prose. It's something people don't generally understand when I tell them about it; it's kind of on the same level as telling them that I'm a freelance journalist. You see them register the word journalist, but the freelance part doesn't really fit into any paradigm that they know of, and they don't want to ask. Telling them that I work from home makes it all worse.
But this workshop is providing me with a lot of what I don't have once I'm at home, freelancing: time. I miss my husband, but if he's around, he IS a distraction. Wouldn't you rather stroke your boo's head (either one) than write, if you had the choice? So he's not here, and he can't come either. We have TV and access to the internet, but I've never been a big TV person and I'm keeping my access to the net at a minimum. The BB is flung far, far away from me for most of the day. Most of my energy is focused on work shopping and writing; two very exhausting processes.
Am I out of my depth? Yes. Am I uncomfortable most of the time? Yes. Is it working to help me write some damn poetry? Hell yes.
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Happy to hear from u, unless ur gonna be insulting.