The Writers

We don't write for fun.

We don't find pleasure in spending hours, days, weeks

Poring over our laptops, our notebooks

Sketching and redrawing our characters

Fixing our plot holes and adding in detail.

We hate the sight of the dreaded red ink

Scribbled all over carefully written paper

Wrecking the simple black and white

And our sanity.

We loathe the writing blocks

The inevitable hurdles we must face

The difficult decisions that must be made:

Will he live - or must he die?

We don't write for fun.

We write because it's a part of us.

The rhythm of the keys.

The scratching of the pencil.

The rustle of the pages.

The dreaded red ink showing our errors.

We know we aren't perfect, and neither is our writing.

But we continue to let our minds fill the paper, and someday...

Maybe we will inspire someone else to embrace the writer in themselves too.