Sonder is defined as the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. Originally from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which has a lot more beautiful neologism definitions like this you might enjoy.
Sonder is not a "real" word as it is not in any of the standard dictionaries. It's in Urban Dictionary, which is pretty standard to me because the definition of Lena makes me sound like I have myself together, which I obviously do (some restrictions may apply).
Sometimes the river of words dries up, even for the most experienced authors. This used to be my default mode. It’s the very reason I have a tote full of partially written stories. I’d start the novel, thousands of words would pour out, then they trickled before turning into a drip that found my fingers hovering over the keyboard trying to figure out what to write. The rule to follow to combat writer’s block is:
My assistant asks if my client if he would like anything to drink in the bubbliest voice she can conjure. I can tell she’s hoping for the answer to be no so she can scurry back to her desk and finish reading an article in Architectural Digest. I saw the magazine sitting on her desk, she’s not very gifted at hiding. The Office Manager hires the assistants with little input from the financial reps. My job, I like. My co-workers, on the other hand, are from hell.
I’m a rarity at my company:
I’m a Democrat (more anti-Republican than actual practicing democrat).
I’m average height for my gender.
My head is still covered by hair.
I’m not overweight nor have the appearance of being due any moment.
I have common sense (or uncommon sense since there’s nothing common about having sense in these parts).
Not many of us are fortunate enough to write full time. (Oh how I wish I were one of the lucky ones. Maybe someday.) As I mentioned in my Just Write post my plate is full. I have family and friends that demand time. I have a small craft business because I can’t stay away from crafting any more than I can stay away from storytelling, believe me, I’ve tried. There’s also the EDJ (evil day job) which is only evil because it takes up the bulk of my day and keeps me from writing (but it keeps the bills paid so...).
With all the balls I’m juggling how do I keep them all in the air? Simple.