A blog in 5 minutes.

What kind of self-absorption does it take to be a writer? I takes a bunch of it to be sure. Wondering as I finally watched Julie/Julia all the way through. Her crisis when her husband declares himself fed up with her self-absorption. Of course these moments of trusted friends, family and lovers abandoning us at pivotal moments in our creation of something very much larger than ourselves is neither new nor unique. Sometimes they come back to us and sometimes they don’t. But I think the act of creation of a thing of size draws from all in our lives, through us. It is easy for them to interpret it as selfishness as everything gets swept up into the vortex. But I wonder if it really is. After all we are on this path through the belief and encouragement and positive feedback of others. Did they really think it wasn’t going to hurt?