Ahh, to be Fried...

Okay, so I may be Southern in heart, but I'm still a bit fried in the head...

I put on my new business cards my most favorite quote in the whole wide world, (one that's MINE.. It's MINE you understand -- MINE MINE MINE -- DOWN DOWN DOWN -- GO GO-- MINE! (best Daffy Duck immitation when he finds the Genie of the Lamp))

"If I don't write, my head will explode."

The sad thing is, that's more true than I can explain. You see, if I don't write, I really do go a bit wacky. My head really does start to swarm around, my brain starts frying and I start loosing my mind, snapping at people for no apparent reason, and generally being a bear.

I've been writing all my days, spending my time trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up, but all the while, in the middle, I was always writing something. I wanted to be a fashion designer, then an astronaut, then a fighter pilot, so I could be a Space Shuttle commander or pilot, then I wanted to be an accountant, a hairdresser, oh, and there was that brief fling with wanting to be a psychologist, (course, I realized how much school was involved for that, and that idea was nixxed.)

In between, though I spent my time writing. Poetry, short stories, long stories, whatever my wee little mind could come up with to vent whatever was on my brain that day.

It took me quite a few years to realize that I 1. really could write, and 2. I shouldn't waste that talent.

All the while, I've dealt with depression, and found, when I was younger, writing helped keep my mind sane. It allowed me to create order where there wasn't any, control over my feelings and my character's emotions. It allowed me the loss of control in a controlled environment as well, though that probably makes little sense.

But as time has gone on, I have learned one thing about writing...

If I don't write, my head really will explode.