For this weekend's Trifecta challenge, "in
honor of all of the writers throwing rationality (and perhaps sanity) to the
wind and writing 'til their fingers bleed", they're asking for exactly 33 words
about why we write. So here are mine (this is hard in so few words but I suppose that's the point):
Bickering crazies dance
conspiratorially in my head needing indulgence.
Gifting an excitable
imagination with
Purpose
Replenishes endorphins paralleling
reading, no running. Well, almost.
Spoken words never match
comparably.
Can’t.
Don’t.
Won’t.
That’s why.
