Obsessive Writing Disorder
Lately it seems that I’ve been trying to birth an idea that remains somehow out of my grasp. I’ve been going back and forth on how to start to put my book together and just been hitting roadblocks, but the incessant pounding inside of my chest is telling me that although I’m on the right road, I just haven’t found my track yet.
I love to write. It has always been a part of me. I’ve always thought of it as my best way of expressing myself. Things I’m not able to think of in the moment comes to me later in the form of written words, clearly expressing my feelings and views on any particular event. I would say the hardest thing for me to do is go back and read my own work once I’m done writing it down. Its an escape path for me. Somewhere I go to dump the thoughts and ideas that are bogging me down.
Only when I write do I get the sense of freedom, the one place where I can forget the world exists, total and complete clarity to just be, to think whatever I want, say whatever I want, ponder on the many things I do not allow myself to think about during my real life moment time. Maybe I should allow for that in my life, although somehow I think some things will be neglected. Like my focus on my daytime job (I’m an Accountant) and can’t afford to let my mind just drift into other trivial things at whim. Oh but how I wish I could!!
This great urge to just write just jumped into me in the middle of my work morning and here I am writing. Just pushed my paying work to the side to just come here and share this. Obviously, I cant break out paper and pen and just drift into a free-flow writing spree (oh the joy and wonder of doing just that!!! I’m giddy right now just thinking about it) because then it would be obvious that I’m taking a mocation (definition: moment vacation) at work. Not the smartest move in the world…
This piece was just an itch to scratch. Gotta go. TTYS!
