Sunday evening, my siblings and I were watching “Santa Who?”, an old x-mas movie we found lying around that we’d never seen. About halfway through the movie, I got the need to write. Then ensued a little debate between my sister and me. She said I don’t need to write the way I need to breathe.
Eventually, I settled on saying “I’d rather die than not write” because she never agreed with my arguments. However, I proved my “I need to write” with her need to watch Buffy.
“See, you need to watch Buffy or play the Sims 2 the way I need to write.” She understood me and shut up.
Anyway, back to writing being my drug. When I felt that need to write, I realized just how much I really really love writing. That need was… almost physical. I can only some up this need/love by “I’d rather die than not write.”