Obsession (first published on Blue Monster)

So you think I’m obsessed, do you? DO YOU?! You think that I cannot live without the feel of paper and pen, of ink and graphite, of the clunk of keys or the rattle of the endangered typewritter. Do you?

What of the time singing lullabies? Well, yes, of course I write them down, even you said they where good and I need to make the lyrics concrete! Stories, poems, assignments, letters to friends, letters to companies, the group emails, the forums. they all serve a purpose, you know. I’m not one of those crazy obsessive people. Honest.

I have lots of interests. Gardening, art, cooking, walking, origarmi – yes, I know I write about them all, but thats not obsession, honest – well, ok, maybe a little bit, but I don’t hear you complaining when I get a pay check do I, hmmm hmmm?

Besides, who said obsession was a bad thing?

Now out of my way, and have you seen my green pen? You now I can’t write without it…

Posted: Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011 @ 8:48 am
Categories: Flash Fiction.
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