Where O Where...

Where would I be without writing?

I am not sure what kind of person I might be if I was not a writer.

Some seem to think I would be a better person. I would be more "on task" and "focused" rather than what I am now.

I must disagree with them.

Rather, I am a much happier, much more pleasant person due to the amount of negative emotions I can expel through the written word.

I have always played make believe in my mind.

When I was a kid, my mom used to tease me, claiming I went into "Briana Land" when I dazed off into my imagination.

[My middle name is Briana, and my family used to call me that until I turned 10 and demanded to be called by my first name.]

So, I have been known to daydream and make believe...

A lot...

For many years...

Without ending...

Without asking...

Without limitations on where, when and whom...

And nobody who has told me to stop has succeeded in killing the dreams.

So what might I be like if I was not a writer?

Shame to ask...

But I think I would be fucking miserable.