She Writes

She's just a nerdy girl, sitting in her room at a desk, hidden from the rest of the world.  Books cover every available surface and seem to bury the girl as she sits there, typing away at her computer keys.  A package of vanilla waffer cookies sit beside her, half eaten.  Her heart is filled with hopes and dreams and stories and characters and ideas and words; all of it fighting to come outin an order that resembles coherenecy. She write because she needs to, she has to.  She can do nothing, but write and it is writing that truley frees her from the troubles that haunt her. Yet, no one has ever really told her if she was good at writing.  But the words that go over and over again in her mind are "I don't write because I am good at it, I write because I love it.".  These are her words, the words she tells herself everytime she is discouraged, everytime her dreams seem like they're crumbling away.  She writes on a blog, knowing that no one is reading it, but she doesn't care because she doesn't write so that people will read it, she write because she cannot stop. 

There is no greater agony for a writer than to bear an unwritten story inside them.