On Balance, Writing in Excess

I used to spin to see the room go around. I did what all children do. But now, as adults, we are told that is wrong. We need balance in everything in our lives. Our diets, our feelings, our thoughts need to be kept in check. The prescribed way is like a river ride, controlled and making no waves in contrast to the open sea where boats leap like fish and come down with fireworks.

Imbalance is freeing to a writer. It feeds us as fun feeds a child. Remember seesaws with a friend? My muse can get mischievous. Up, then down with a bang. Pencil in hand, I fly or fall. Keeping on is all I can do.

When I get off, I'm still in the air. Walks help but never drive words away long. Sleep, too, is broken by their calls.There is nothing balanced about being a writer, only excess. And I wouldn't want it another way. No, not at all.