Are you still Writing?

People ask me this all the time, as if it were a choice, or an option to just stop. I might stop showing people, I might even stop typing it out, but my brain never stops building characters and stories. If I am sad, the stories are sad, if I am angry, the stories follow. While I was grieving, they were terrible, but the building and writing contiues. Writing is not something I do, it is something that lives in me, and it always has. Sometimes the stories are good and entertaining, other times they are not.

I am not sure what would happen if they disappeared. Would there be more room to think? Would I be less forgetful? More focused? I have no idea. Maybe I would be brilliant at something else.

It is not easy living with characters and stories all the time buzzing around in my head, but at least I am never lonely or bored. Also, I have the perfect excuse, “oh, I was thinking.”