THE COMPULSION TO WRITE

[aobeasley67]

THE COMPULSION TO WRITE

I woke up one morning with a new addiction. My substance of choice was not completely new to me, I’d dabbled in it during high school, done it a little on special occasions, been a user most Christmases; but now it had become a compulsion, a must, an everyday habit, I had to write.
Writing started innocently enough. My sister was having her first baby and asked me to record for her all the knowledge I’d gained from my own mothering experience. I was doing it for her, but then I become involved in the planning, the organizing, the revising, and I had a new love, writing.
The next thing I knew I had a whole book of material for my sister, and then I was writing a novel. I wrote with my heart; all my fears, joys, and feelings whirled into the make believe; fictional characters started living a twisted and distorted version of my own experiences; each day when five of my children were at school, and my baby napped, I wrote.
My writing is not exceptional, my skills still lack much polish, my prose have far to go, and yet I have begun. And now I study, read blogs, and work hard at improving. My addiction, my compulsion, has a new goal; I want to become a good writer, and maybe someday I will.
AB

[Steppe]

Cool, very cool.
No... actually, tres' kewl.