I write because I have to

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.

7 réflexions sur « I write because I have to »

  1. Very beautiful and the brawl wth doctor looks so interesting. Interactions with readers make your writing richer and more complete.

    Thanks my friend.

    Anand 🙂

  2. Well, everything was in it to turn bad I guess. I had had a very bad day and I think that was his case too. Just like in a novel, I think we both wanted something different and weren’t able to communicate because of our sour days. The positive outcome of this unfortunate argument : I understood that say I have a narrative mind. It explained a lot of things in retrospective.

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