When did I turn from being a creative writer to becoming a writing junkie, compelled each day to write a new poem, begin a new story, create a character.
Am I like the jogger who begins running to keep fit and then finds s/he cant complete a day without an adrenaline rush – or the smoker who cant live without nicotine?
Images stay muddled in my head until I lift my pen. Then my head explodes and words appear like magic on the page. Characters are born, stories told and I am left exhausted – yet refreshed.
Who else suffers from my problem – I’d love to hear? For now, having had my fix I’ll end my rant!