Or at least that is what I am telling myself. I had my very first live Fantasy Football Draft last night and needless to say after it was over I came home and collapsed. Something about sitting around a bar for 2+ hrs with plenty to eat & drink seems to take a lot out of me. Overall it was a really great experience but I have to admit I really do think it has made me a better writer.
Before I explain let me tell you a little something about myself, I’m anti-social. Not in a mean “Stay Off My Lawn” kind of way, more in the “Oh my god there are a lot of people around me I feel very uncomfortable and am starting to feel really sick now they are starting to talk to me but I don’t know what to say” kind of way. 🙂 I have mild social anxiety. It is far from debilitating, I just get very uncomfortable if I am around a lot of people in a small room. Or I’m around a large group of people I don’t know. Or there are a lot of people out of my eye-sight. I can be in those situations and most people don’t know that I am uncomfortable, but I am.
Now the problem is that this affects my writing. Since I tend to limit my social interactions to the workplace or very small social gatherings I can miss the intricacies of human interaction. I have always struggled to create what I felt is realistic dialogue and in my writing I try to write around it whenever possible. And I’ll admit I believe it is because of my avoidance of social gatherings.
Another thing that it hurts is creating interesting characters. Some of my favorite characters are ones that the creator will admit was inspired by someone they know. So by limiting the amount of people I interact with I risk missing out on a truly great character.
So by going out with a group of friends, having far too much to drink, eating way too much greasy food, and staying out way too late for a work night, wasn’t simply for my own personal enjoyment. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make in order to become a better writer and achieve my dream.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.