Dood nails this one:
by Nathan Bransford
Writing, by its very nature, is a solitary activity. It requires blocking out the world around you, surrounding yourself only with your own thoughts, and swimming and diving through the oceans of your imagination.
It’s also a tremendously time-consuming activity, one that requires blocking off days on the calendar when you would much prefer to be out doing something far easier than pouring your heart out onto the page. You have to focus, power through when the writing gets hard, and above all, make sacrifices to complete a novel.
When you combine the necessity of concentrating on your own thoughts and the amount of time it takes to write and publish the novel, it becomes more and more tempting to block out life, zero in solely on the world you’re making so many sacrifices to create, and plan to rejoin real life when you’re finished.
But this isn’t the right path. In order to write, writers have to live.
You need to open yourself up to the world to gain inspiration by being out in public, seeing how people interact, hearing the way people speak, or even just walking through a park and letting ideas come to you. You’re only as good as the truths you’re able to channel into your fiction, and learning from the world by living in it is the only way you’ll find them.