Writing is creation.

Writing is communication.

Writing is art.

Writing is magic.

Writing is fantasy.

Writing is “not a real job.”

Writing is a hobby.

Writing is a habit.

Writing is a frenzy.

Writing is a way of life.

Writing is so a real fucking job… I think.

Writing is staring at a blank page.

Writing is staring at a blank page because I don’t know how to translate the image in my head to paper.

Writing is staring at a blank page because some asshole said I’m not good enough.

Writing is putting pen to paper anyway because who gives a fuck about what some condescending nobody in Killeen, Texas who reads F. Scott Fitzgerald thinks (Zelda was the better writer anyway).

Writing is escape from the mind.

Writing is what I do when the voices in my head get too loud.

Writing is creation, and “Creation is an act of sheer will.”*

 

 

 

Quote is from Jurassic Park.