I Have an Obsession

Or is it love

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My heart races. My mind is taking over again. There is something I must do. A trip to the grocery store can wait. My dogs’ breakfast can wait. Making my second cup of morning coffee can wait.

But I can’t. I have to write another story now before what’s bubbling up inside me fades away.

My idea insists I listen and type what it says. There is an urgency to write what I haven’t figured out, yet I know it will soon reveal itself. I have a strange confidence in knowing this, as if I’m listening to a distant storm approaching on the horizon.

It grows closer as I type; the words coming from somewhere in my mind. The story comes to life, shaping itself, or is it me? Where is this story coming from?

I am obsessed. I look at my clock. Do I have time to do my errands today? It doesn’t matter. I need to finish this first.

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I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. If I had nothing else to do, I could probably do this all day. Write, that is. Thank goodness I live alone. A husband would probably never put up with me.