Being a writer is a lonely profession. You spend most of your time working alone, living in your head in a world of fantasy and make believe where the characters you create on the page (hopefully) are more real to you than the people you meet in everyday life. 90% of the time I love the solitude of writing. I like my own company and I enjoy exploring the realms of imagination. However, for the past few days I've being feeling the urge to get out and mix in the world. It comes upon me every now and then. I think it is a survival mechanism to help refuel my inspiration batteries. It usually lasts for a couple of weeks and then I return to my default mode of lone wolf. At the moment though I really want to be out there observing people, absorbing the crowd and atmosphere, meeting new people and collecting characters for my big bank of character traits. I blame the spring weather and the length in the evenings. I guess a priority tomorrow should be to get out of the house, go to Curves or to the library and rub shoulders with my fellow man. If any of my blog readers want to organise something and invite me along (purely for research purposes of course) please feel free to do so.