Friday, April 6, 2012

The Need to Write

Why Writing is a Potent Drug. Before I even read this article on Suvudu, I knew it was speaking to the choir. I like articles or posts like this. Always nice to know I'm not alone in my insanity. Writing as a drug. What a great way to put it! I never thought of it that way but it's so true. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to or, as the author put it:
"It won’t be denied and if a writer tries it doesn't work out well for them."
Yeah...it really doesn't. What happens when I stop writing? I don't get grumpy, at least I hope I don't. It's probably because I haven't been in a situation where I couldn't write. If I wanted to write but wasn't able to I'd probably be really irate.

When I choose not to write, I get kind of backed up, my brain gets clogged. It becomes difficult to concentrate on anything because the words are piling up in this well in my mind and man are they annoyed at being ignored. The author described it perfectly:
"But something builds in the back of my mind... an altogether dark passenger like the serial killer Dexter carries with him, capable of being unleashed at any given moment...There is no magic that lessen its potency; there is no silver bullet to kill it. There is only writing. Writing lulls that passenger to sleep for a while."
Naturally, I love the idea of a dark passenger. It would be nice if stories found a way of getting my attention without so thoroughly obstructing my life.

What happens when you stop writing for awhile? 
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