Every now and then, usually right when I need it most, something will happen to remind me why I write.
As writers, we all have those moments, when the words on the page become more real than anything in our lives. Hours slip by and the real world fades away.
I was well into my alternate universe when another patron of the coffee shop knocked on my table. Yes, he had to knock to get my attention. And said, "Good to see you back. I always wonder what you're working on that has you looking so flushed and intense."
His statement had two effects, the first one was to make me look much more flushed for a moment.
The second thing it did was much more important. It made me think about why I write. Why am I in such a hurry to lose myself to words? Why do I feel antsy and irritable after a day or two without writing?
It's my dopamine fix, my beloved love affair, the best (and sometimes simultaneously worst) part of my day. I write because I'm addicted, because I can't get by without it.
And, if it leaves me looking a little flushed and intense, well, all I can say is lucky me.