Why do I write?

The short answer this morning, is that I can’t help it.

I am driven to write, whether it is about life or an idea (or story) in my head, and it, this thing that has evolved from nothing, MUST be put down on paper or my brain circles around it, examining all its possibilities, attacking it from all sides, poking and prodding it until it becomes an entity and finally fights back. The easiest way is to put a pen to it so I can move on with my day, but even then, it sits there, in the corner, grumbling, sometimes humming, until I invite it outside to play. Once I’ve fed and watered it, it finally will rest, so that I can.

And here’s another thing. I can write about anything.

How about a dust particle?

A box of tissue? I have written one of those.

How about a line from a high school yearbook, “The boy most likely to…?” Yes, I have one about that too.

There’s no shortage of ideas; I just need to carve out more time to create, so today I’m doing just that, so I have some dedicated time for my craft.

Have a great day, all, and please make time for your craft, even if it’s fifteen minutes. At the end of the day, you’ll thank yourself.