I crave it similar to the how I crave a cup of coffee in the morning. I can cope, even cope well, without a cup of coffee, but I sigh deeper and smile wider if I have a large cup at the start of my day.
So too writing. I can go without. I'll be okay. I appreciate joy and cheerfulness enough that I can live both out most of the time. Even without time to write.
But if I write, things clear up. Emotions (typically the irrational type) settle. Decisions almost seem to make themselves.
I don't need a topic, though writing within the challenge of one is a good one.
I treasure the moments, the chances to take hold of the thoughts that race, the ideas that float in and out of my head.
I can do without. I'll really be fine. I will however, do better with a nice cup of writing.
What's writing to you? Is it comfort? It is escape? It is a means of peace?
