Write about why you want to write.
I don’t want to write. It’s a necessity. It’s something that comes almost as naturally as breathing and it feels almost almost as imperative to my survival. I have to write in order to stay sane. This has proven to be true many times in my life--whether it's when I'm coming down off meth or longs days in rehab or late nights worrying my baby was okay in utero.
I just wrote and wrote and wrote, hoping it would save me. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. It’s never really mattered. If nothing else, when I’m writing it means I am not trapped alone in my own mind. When I’m not writing, I know that I’m in trouble. If I’m avoiding my journal it usually means I’m avoiding facing some truth about my life. When I’m avoiding the computer it means I’m afraid to express my opinions or tell my story or any story.
This daily random practice of Write Club is good for me if for no other reason, it exercises that muscle and allows me to sleep well at night. When I put my head on my pillow, I have the sense that I spent at least a portion of the day devoted to what I have often felt was my whole purpose for being here on this rock in space.
There’s some kind of wisdom in my fingers that my brain doesn’t posses and I don’t have access to that wisdom until I sit down and start writing or typing. Writing is a kind of excavation for me. I’m searching for uncomfortable truths, hoping to uncover the parts of myself I’ve buried. Hoping to find those memories lost in pockets of synapses that I disconnected from long ago. I know they’re there, somewhere.
This prompt is meta. I dig it.
