I write because I have to, I need to, I crave it. It’s the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about when I’m going to bed.
This is my obsession. Some are obsessed by cars, some by soccer players. I’m obsessed by writing.
There isn’t a single day I’m not thinking about writing.
I think about stories, I think about anecdotes, I think about techniques and how to improve my own writing and as soon as I get the chance I sit in front of keyboard and lay some words on a blank page.
When something out of the ordinary happens in my life, I often find myself wondering how I could transform it into an interesting scene in a story, like that time I had an argument with my former dentist and did not tell him off because I was thinking it would be terrific in a novel. I wasn’t really living the situation, I was writing a scene in my head.
Sometimes words flow and writing feels like a honeymoon cruise on a beautiful calm sea. But, most of times writing feels like a fight with my brain to extract the words. The truest ones. A little bit like a boxing game. I fight when inspiration has disappeared. Bang. I fight when I’m tired after a day of housework and running after my kid. Bang. I fight when I’m angry and try to transform this devouring emotion into something positive – it usually ends in funny poetry. Ding ding ding. Victory by chaos. I write because if I didn’t, I would turn insane.
Blogging has taught me one thing : in addition of writing, I love to get in contact with readers. For me, it is essential, and most of the time I am more than happy to write as an answer to a request or because one of my friend needs a comforting story.
I write because it makes me happy.