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The Words Need To Be Out There, Somewhere
Warning: brief references to Depression and Anxiety
A lot of the time, when I write, it’s not so much a choice as an exorcism.
(Metaphorically, ofc 😅 )
Don’t get me wrong — I love writing.
But sometimes it’s the case that, if I don’t do it, these words are gonna rattle around my head and drive me to distraction.
Not necessarily in a bad way. It’s just… they gotta come out, y’know?
I have to get them written down somewhere in order to be able to think about something — anything — else again.
Sometimes even that’s not enough — sometimes they have to be published on the interwebs in order to give my echoing head some peace and quiet. Hence the whole’blogging for 9 years’ thing.
And sometimes, if it’s something that I can’t get written quickly — something that requires a longer amount of effort and the space to grow into whatever it’s meant to be…
Look, I have no patience.
Like, zero, zilch, nada, dim, nought, nowt.