Sometimes I have stuff happen in my life and I write about it, and sometimes I don’t. That doesn’t mean I don’t still need to write about it.
I’m a writer, and writers write.
I also am not a big fan of cliches.
It’s just that after not writing for any length of time I get brain-stipated. It’s like I can’t function properly because there’s too much going on.
And at the same time, I sit at my computer and my hands hover over the keyboard. I can’t write.
I’m brain-stipated, and no amount of fiber is going to help.
I have to force myself to sit down and write something, anything, and fast.
I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t. I’m afraid my brain will shut down, and I’ll lose all sense of self. In effect, ceasing to exist.
It’s really that dramatic, and it’s really not.
How do people who don’t feel compelled to write see the world differently than me? Are they simply voyeurs? Watching the world go by with no dialogue streaming in their heads? No need to put into words all that they experience?
How does that work? I’d really like to know, because there are plenty of times when I wish I could just turn it all off for a while and instead of getting brain-stipated I’d just be calm and at peace.
Maybe, if I could figure out how to drug the endless procession of characters that bang on the inner doors of my head trying to get out I could relax.
Until then, though, you’ll just have to put up with the inane ramblings of the brain-stipated mind.