live to write

i love to write. not that that needs to be said. but if i could, i would do nothing more in the world but write. yes, i'll write about how this product can whiten your teeth so that you get all the girls/guys/both genders. i'll write about why this perfume embodies your personality because it has extracts of some exotic herb that makes it exquisitely expensive so that you'll have all the girls/guys/both genders all over you. i'll even write about why one top looks good paired with this particular skirt and that pair of shoes--even if i myself don't really care about my own fashion sense.
writing gives me control and facility and allows me to go to places i would otherwise not be able to visit--whether for real or in my imagination. "there is no frigate like a book"--i love that line by emily dickinson. it certainly sounds better and is less cliche than "the pen is mightier than the sword". yes, there's hardly any money in it. well, there is, but no big bucks. but what do i need all that money for anyway? all i need are the basics: food, clothing, shelter. and, oh yes, my other essential: travel. but really, to be able to do the things i want to do and live to enjoy them. well, how can i complain?
i'm not the worst off. i'm not in the best situation, but not in the worst either. yes, i'm lusting after a mac right now. but mostly out of necessity. and it all comes full circle, because i need it to write. to write whenever the idea hits me, whenever inspiration nudges me, whenever another raket with the word "RUSH" beckons me.
words are all i have. well, that sounds too "starving poet"-ish. but i've always had this romantic notion that i'm the modern-writer version of vincent van gogh: misunderstood and ahead of the times. as if any of my writings are as profound. all the stories, all the words, all the insights are still floating around in my head, looking for a fitting home in pages somewhere...when the time is right. when the situation allows. i'm insatiable. but i know i'll make that leap with my entire being when the time comes. when....when....when.... i know, i believe, i hope it's just a matter of time. emily d. wrote: "hope is the thing with feathers". i hope my words will soar!