What is it about me and writing these days? It’s almost as if I can’t help it, all these words are just dying to come out of me and make their way into printed paper or journals or emails or whatever…
The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can't help it. (Leo Rosten)
That’s what it feels like lately. I just can’t help it. I can’t call myself a professional writer but, let’s face it, it’s what I always wanted to do. Sometimes I called it Journalism, then it became Communications, these days it is Marketing or a blog, but what it means is that I just want to write stuff all day.
Why? Even today when I don’t have such a thing as a story to tell I just have to get it down on paper. I’ve spent a couple of evenings now just writing away in my journal, trying to get all these words out. My last few runs – boring as they were on the treadmill – I passed the time by “writing” stuff in my head that I then typed out as emails.
Truth is, my head is full of things at the moment and writing is a way of trying to get these things identified and organized. It’s nothing terribly important or life-changing but I like to get my thoughts on paper. That way they don’t hang around in my head and dance around in it, making me think that they are actually important.
So thoughts become words and here I am. So far I’ve written five paragraphs and have said practically nothing!
Or have I?