If I don’t write, I feel like I’ll go insane.
If I don’t write, I’ll have a panic attack.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”-Ernest Hemingway
And sometimes I feel the same way.
Is it sad that I feel like I need to write? Is it sad that I run away to my fantasy worlds? Is this just meaningless escapism? Is this good for me, or is it an addiction that I always crawl back to?
I don’t know.
But gosh…I need it.
Write because you need to live. And live because you need to write. How else will you be successful? How else will you fulfill that part of yourself that is dying to come out?
If I don’t write…then I won’t be me.
If I don’t write…
…I won’t be alive.
What do you think?