And I don't mean in the silly "you must crazy to sit in seclusion and write all day" kind of way, but in the "I am genuinely concerned about your well-being" kind of way.
I have a lot on my plate these days. I am taking 18 hours of school this semester, living with my fiancee and helping plan the wedding, working two jobs (one as a writer and another as the editor-in-chief of a magazine), and I'm writing a book. This is a lot of stuff, obviously, and I often have to sacrifice sleep to do the things I love in supplement to the things I have to do.
Of course, this means I consume a lot of caffeine and the occasional ginseng/ginkgo/vitamin B pill cocktail. As a result, my mood shifts often, as I'm either highly alert or totally dead from a caffeine crash. I spend a lot of time alone, too. Some of my friends have actually approached me to have a serious conversation about drug use. I bet one day I'll come home to see my family and friends sitting in my living room, ready to read me several "I miss who you were" letters.
