Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
So, since my "Jesus?" blog was pushed down immediately and kicked to the curb, I figured I'd try something else.
Mullins' post about writing got me thinking about my own writing bug. The bug taunts me daily. So, I obey its commands and write. I write for myself, I write with other writers, and I write because I must.
One of the things I talk about most with other writers is the fact that statistically, none of us stand much of a chance becoming full-time, self-supporting writers. Yet, we still do it. We still try and keep going because we love it.
There's something consuming about it. What, pray tell, consumes you? Is there anything that you can't stand not to do?