Thanks Byz. It made me smile.....

And yes I have asked myself the same question......is this my quest or the desire of another?

But I keep coming back to doing it because even though I hate it at times, I love it to. Writing has brought my battle with myself to the surface, and my writing has both disturbed and brought joy to some, I guess.

Oh, and I am in love with words!!! I can think of words and stare in to space with a look of ecstacy on my face. My fiance will say to me "what are you thinking of?" and I will say dreamily "Oh, just words". He looks at me and says "Oh. You looked like you where thinking of icecream or something really good."

Love it, hate it.......do it anyway because I cannot imagine doing anything else. And when the fear is overwhelming, I scurry back to algebra or my precious hardcover copy of Charles Darwins' "Origin of Species'......ahhhh the comfort zones.

Writing is a test to myself.......I hope that explains the dichotomy within

Michah