Writing Is Good, Damn It!
So the other night, I’m watching one of those highly informative news shows. I don’t recall which one. They get jumbled in my head because they’re all trying to accomplish the same thing: to scare the crap out of me with world-ending weather predictions, terrorist attacks, pervs on the Internet and baby sellers on e-Bay. I was dozing a bit so they must have covered the End of the World segment and I was gently coaxed from my snooze by a reference to “sudden and profound bursts of creativity” associated with a strange mental disorder. Huh? What was that?
Although I caught this mid-segment, I was intrigued. It told the story of one unfortunate man who became inexplicably obsessed with speaking and writing in rhyming verse. A strange uneasiness set in as I reached for my laptop. I wrote some notes. I wrote some more notes. I went on-line, hoping I wouldn’t run into any nasty pervs or terrorists with futuristic weather machines, and Googled “bursts of creativity AND disorder”. What I got was a lesson on hypergraphia. It is characterized as “a driving compulsion to write”… about anything and everything ON anything and everything……….Well, what’s wrong with that? I mean, writing is a good thing, isn’t it? Without writing, we wouldn’t have books and books are good except for the ones Sarah Palin wanted removed from her local library. So what if you wake up in the middle of the night and reach for a Sharpie and a roll of toilet paper? It’s no big deal. It’s just writing. That’s all. Just a bunch of words strung together to make lots and lots of sentences that may or may not turn into stories with a recognizable beginning, middle and end. I’m not worried. I can stop any time I want. And furthermore, I don’t believe any of that crap on that lame blog I ran across that said in order to be a good writer, you had to be a little mentally ill.
I can stop anytime I want! Or not…. if I want.