I actually think being a writer necessitates a certain amount of strangeness. How else do you account for people speaking to you that you can't hear, that far off stare when you're thinking about a scene or a character when you really should be listening to your mom telling you about your aunt's ailments, or that staying home during a pandemic is something you look forward to?
This is what I've been thinking about as I wrap up the first draft on a new book series. Being strange or different from others - even other writers - and what, if anything, that does to help or hinder me on this writing journey. Or better yet, why that makes me hinder myself. I can only hope that you, my dear readers, will follow me into the unknown with a new book series in a slightly different genre. I'm enjoying the journey and I hope you do too. After all, Willy Wonka said it best: