I don’t know how to call it otherwise. I’m not a writer, I’m not a story teller since no one reads my work, I’m just a person with a passion. And my passion is writing. It does not matter what yours is, it can be writing, drawing, singing, or whatever one can imagine, I believe this applies to anyone from time to time.
I have good and bad days for writing. Bad in the fact that I can’t get anything out. It can be writer’s block, it can be procrastination, or maybe I’m not able to do it at that moment. There are days when I don’t write. Sometimes I write everyday, sometimes I end up being an weekend writer. But does that mean that I’m taking some time off?
Yes, there are no words put out there for me or someone else to read. From that perspective, I’m on vacation. But my mind…. oh, my mind never stops thinking of it. I might not sit in front of the computer to type the words, but I’m thinking them. I’m imagining scenes and arguing with my characters, I’m telling myself new stories that maybe someday I will get to write. Before falling into sleep, waking up, sometimes even at work when I don’t need to really focus on something, all I do it making plans. It never goes away.
My writing is not taking a break, even when I’m not doing it. It is there, in the corners of my mind, plotting, writing imaginary words that sometimes I don’t manage to make happen. Yes, I think I’m not the best host for my good old friend writing, but we manage to coexist together. I’m still waiting for the invention of the mind reading machine, one that could put down all the thoughts I have and make it easier for me.
Thus yes, I don’t think passion get to go on vacation. Id is always with you, maybe not in the expected form, maybe not like others can comprehend it, but it’s always there. Waiting, desiring, making you happy.