So many great personalities have written on writing before me. They are so great and numerous in number that I cannot seem to think of a single name. Well, I can. Actually I remember reading Stephen King's On Writing about 5 years ago. That's actually the only book I've ever read about Stephen King, and it was pretty damn good. Made me want to read more by him, but I still have not. I hear he has a new book out or something...
Anyhow, I digress. Back to the main point.
Writing.
Tonight, I had a sudden, unavoidable urge to write. And it came from emotion. Emotion is a weird thing. Of course as we all know, emotion is something that you feel, that doesn't always make sense. Sometimes, emotion cannot be described with words and it makes you confused because you don't exactly know what you feel.
Maybe this is why I like to write. I like to write because it literally makes things black and white, concrete. You can see writing, read writing, process it and interpret it to make sense out of it. With emotion, you cannot always. Well, maybe one of you weirdos out there reading this can, but I can't.
I like to write when I'm mad (for the lack of a better term), when I'm sad (for the lack of a better term), or when I feel something for which there is a lack of a better term. Simple, ain't it?
I'm not being particularly elusive, incisive, erudite or even concise, but you know what? This ain't Dr. Aarons's 4000 level english class in composition (damn that was a good class).
I just felt like writing for a little bit.
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