Not the urge to Herbal...I felt the need to write.
I needed to get my feelings out on paper, if for no other reason than to make sense of what I was thinking. I needed to translate my ideas into concrete phrases. For the past several weeks, everything I've written has been forced - writing for the sake of getting something done, not writing for the sake of writing. I missed the urge to grab a pen and a notebook or the scramble to get to my MacBook before I lost the words turning around in my head.
I've realized that I need to write about things I care about - politics do not inspire me; anything I write in that area ends up sounding stiff and uncomfortable because it doesn't resonate anywhere inside me. Maybe it's naive to expect to feel something every time I write. I guess that's the optimist in me. So my next project is finding out what I enjoy talking about, what passions I have, what I can cover and retain my integrity as a writer. Any suggestions?
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Couldn't hope to answer you're question, but I know the feeling. It's nice, isn't it? I enjoy this whole being around people with similar urges thing.
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