A lover of words. Of stories and such. Of living through characters. Of fantastical places. Books are such magic and their tales such medicine because they inspire us. Transport us. And ultimately, transform us into new creative creatures who yearn to give back similar joy. All within the comforts of a coffee house.
My journey is this. Here and now. Reading. Writing. Creating. Breathing. It’s all the same. Necessary. Needed. It’s joy filled. It’s pain packed. It’s a blessing — and a curse. A curse — and a blessing. And I choose it. Because it first chose me.
Robin Puelma | Writing 
I like that. “Because it first chose me.” It is like that. :)
Glad you see it that way too. :)
I do now! I used to think of it as an addiction (which it is), but being “owned” by it is something stronger again! You’ve got it pegged!!! :)
Just know that you who write, who create – the stories, the characters, the places – are gift-givers to those of us who love to read. We thank you!