the only thing that happens when all your friends are writers is that all your friends are writers. its as affective/disaffective to your writing as if all your friends were turtles, because who you are is who you are and what you take from your environment is what you take from it.
Idunno. Every time I take some time out to hang with a writer friend, it feels like a sort of purging of all the things on my mind about the craft, an opportunity for empathy, a way to confirm I’m not going insane by expressing my concerns to a colleague and getting a healthy dose of head nods in return. This is something that happens like once a month, and I appreciate it. But having all writer friends… I would hate meeting with people who like writing all the time, because I fear we’d just talk about writing all the time. Like how many times can I have conversations about craft and Pynchon or whatever. It gets old. And I don’t know how two people who are writers wouldn’t always inevitably start talking about writing every time they get together, and what makes you feel like you’re getting more than spending more time talking about writing than actually writing.
It was like in college, being an English major, and going to classes and just discussing books over and over and over. The content is so dried-out after a while you say things that make sense but they don’t mean anything anymore, because you asked yourself the same questions about different books for three years straight. That’s why I like spending most of my time with thoughtful businessmen, lawyers, musicians, athletes, artists. We get to wax from different angles and learn something new instead of chew out of the same trough.