There are times when the urge to write may feel like an itch on the groin that demands scratching.
It must be scratched – whenever, wherever. The urge must be satisfied.
Sometimes, the act of writing may seem primal; a kind of aphrodisiac that brings satisfaction to the senses.
And after everything in the mind has been said and written, the writer will lay spent, exhausted even. But the exhaustion would be tantalizing. It approximates the consumation of an orgasmic event.
Well, these may seem too exaggerated. Thoughts that are products only of a naughty imagination.
But they are real. The feelings can be felt. The urge quenched. But not quite, because after a while, a new arousal will emerge. It will demand attention. And it must be satisfied…
(This was first posted at http://blogging100.wordpress.com/, a blog I intend to abandon.)
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