That’s me, a Writer!

Mental stability. That is my goal; that is why I put finger to phone keyboard week after week. I write to clear my mind of nonsensical clutter, to say things I couldn't and wouldn't say otherwise. It's too easy to get caught up in one's own thoughts, to trap oneself in a mental prison of their own making. Were I to not be writing, I might be thinking about my many accomplishments in life, like... having a job. Jealous yet?

Writing allows me to travel without leaving my room, to experience company without surrounding myself with the horror of other people. It gives me an excuse to be pensive, a reason to be curious, a motivation to learn. Communication, expression is a difficult task for any mere mortal. Yet with words, with ideas, with a coherent plot, one might transcend mortality to reach higher, to inspire. A worthy trade for a spliced comma or two.

Why am I a writer? I've got nothing better to do. And y'all are great therapists.