WRITING IS AN ADDICTION

 

You say you are a writer. Tell me

Why do you write? And

What is writing?

 

Good question. I will tell you what I think.

 

I write because I must. It’s compelling.

It’s the telling…of stories…of life.

It’s the satisfaction of sharing.

It’s the daring. It’s the next best

Thing there is. It’s fresh, it’s living.

I write because it’s my calling

It’s compelling. It’s…it’s…

 

I’ll tell you what it is.

It’s an addiction. Writing is an addiction.

Nothing must be a distraction.

It is the strongest of all attraction.

It’s the glitter, it’s the glamour

Of imagination!

 

That’s what makes me write.

It’s so fulfilling. It is satisfying.

That is why it consumes me.

It burns inside me. The flames of

Creation that burn so bright.

 

Ah! That is why some marriages fail…

I see it now.

Yes, you know it. You know just what I mean!

 

It’s an addiction. A red hot can’t say no addiction.

It’s an addiction. A red hot never say die addiction.

Writing is an addiction, a can never say no addiction!

It’s an addiction, an addiction, an affliction…

 

OH! Oh-oh. Oh no.

It’s an…aff-lic-tion…addiction – affliction. And that can’t be good.

Affliction…A true died in the wool addiction.

Noooooooooo.

 

Oh, must I? Must I really?

Sigh. Yes, I must. For the good of my health…

 

Now where is…Oh. Oh no.
Oh yes. The meeting room…

 

Knock knock

 

Hello?

My name is Herb.

And I am…

A Writer!

 

Hello.

 

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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