The joy of solitary writing

Early wakeup in my own space and several hours of writing before any interaction with the world. a mesmerizing increase of black marks appearing on white paper, almost magically coming out of the pen, dent forming and familiar, long-missed pain in pad of thumb gradually building from pressure of holding the pen, for hours, steadily, in silence.

I am happy. This is the opposite pole to dance, and quite as essential.

Tell me all about it...