Writers. Are we all mad?
Is that why we all trying to write down our dreams and nightmares?
Today I feel like a blindfolded person trying to put together a puzzle the size of an elephant, and it’s a picture of an elephant, without ever having seen an elephant. But I only have one piece. Or is it too many pieces to hold all at once?
I find more pieces when I read other writer’s stories. Is that why we write? To show our pieces to others? Is each story a piece, or each writer?
There are so many of us, now that there are so many places and ways to publish. Why do the stories need so many writers? Is it all one big story? A meta story? A story that wants to be told? Are WE the tools, and not our pens and computers?
All I have today are questions. Are we all mad?
Or, is it just me?