Stories that won't let you go.

It's hard to explain to someone who doesn't write that sometimes, the story you're writing simply won't go away. It's always in the back of your mind, waiting for you to pick up the thread and start weaving the tapestry of words once more. There is very little way that you can ignore it for long without succumbing to insanity (at least, that's what I start feeling when I don't write for awhile!). It's hard for me to articulate that even when I can't write, or my mind isn't letting the words flow as easily as they usually do, there's still a part of me that craves the feeling of setting the images in my mind free to wander across the page.

Maybe I'm being too poetic about this, but when I write, it feels like everything inside of me that needs to be written down flows out in one huge lump, faster than I can type. The images in my head dance and swirl as I write, and it almost seems as if I'm not focusing on what's coming out of my fingers because I'm just a conduit.

That's all writing is, sometimes - when a story takes hold of you and won't let go, pouring out of your body and onto the page in ways that you can't understand, can't explain, and wouldn't change for the world.