I’m seriously starting to think that writing is addictive once you start. As I wrote before, I took a short break to enjoy time with family, friends, and pursue other projects, so I didn’t write for an entire month. I admit I wrote a couple days, but on the whole I ignored any writing.
I felt off for the entire time. Seriously, after years of not writing I felt like I should be doing something. And then I realized what it was. I wasn’t feeding my brain! It starved for a want to create or learn or experience something new. Once I realized that, a few mind stretching exercises had me feeling right as rain.
And that’s the thing with writing it stretches your comfort zone. It takes a lot to bare your soul to the world, which is what we as writers do.
We expose our own faults and opinions to the world, and hope that people fall in love. I think writing is the greatest addiction I could have.
Too often we seek pleasures that are no good for us, and may even be bad in the long run. Writing is the first hobby I’ve had where I didn’t feel that way. I don’t feel that telling my stories is going to be a bad influence on my life.
Tell your stories because they are yours, and they need to be told. One word at a time, one story at a time, and ignore the chaff.