I don’t mind being alone. I actually like it quite a bit–not all the time, obviously, but going for a long bike ride or walk by myself can be refreshing. I’m abnormally busy because I give myself too many things for one mere human to accomplish, but forcing myself out of the house with nothing to do but bike or walk s one of the few times I ever just let my brain do its thing without trying to force it into doing something else.
When I was a kid, I’d spend most of my wandering time imagining I was somewhere else. Sometimes the places I imagined were versions of my favorite books. On one memorable occasion, I thought of a very detailed scheme in which I’d end up in one of the most horrifying stories from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Being alone has its merits, though not ones I want to experience all the time.
I’m going to be at PAX next week, where I will most certainly not be alone. I plan on writing a convention diary for Women Write About Comics, but I’m probably not (definitely not) going to write a drabble. Even I have my limits.
Anyway, here’s a drabble.