For this weekend's challenge, in honor of all of the writers throwing rationality (and perhaps sanity) to the wind and writing til their fingers bleed, we're asking for exactly 33 words about why we write.
Here is my entry:
I like words. I like to chew on words and dwell on their lingering aftertastes. But because the verbal forms of "word diarrhea" and "word constipation" are comparably less desirable, I write instead.
I am participating in #NaBloPoMo, no to be confused with #NaNoWriMo. Goodness knows I didn't have a clue to the difference between the two before November 1.