Now Medicated

This is my first stab at blogging after going on my medication. Do I seem more sane?

The urge to write persists, even though I ain't crazy no more. So the writer instinct, the writer tendency, did not come from crazy...it came from sane, one could say. This is a major question answered for me.

If life was all peachy, normal and calm, there would not be much to write about... beyond what I had for lunch...or whatever hobby I happened to have.

I have no hobby, no normal hobby. My hobby is dealing with these thoughts. My toy is my brain, and I want to take it out and use it like a hacky sack.

I had to start another one.

I couldn't keep away. I have to write. It's a compulsion. I just have to.

I've had some thoughts lately.

I have wanted to run up a word count.

I had nowhere to write...nowhere that had not gone stale.

I've been posting at a personality type forum for several months, personalitycafe.com. It's very engaging, but it's a different kind of writing. I need a blog. A forgiving blog. A blog that doesn't mind if I neglect it sometimes. A blog that understands me. A blog that does not grow apart from me.