My oldest daughter loves the public library. She likes to roam and find books, and this I love about her. She finds a Ray Bradbury book to read again since it’s been so long, and while she plucks Fahrenheit 451 from the shelf, I pick a collection of his short stories. I love what he writes in the introduction:
“Every story here was written because I had to write it. Writing stories is like breathing for me. I watch: I get an idea, fall in love with it, and try not to think too much about it. I then write: I let the story pour forth onto the paper as soon as possible.”
I think some of us hide stories within that we must write and we must pour forth as soon as possible, but for some reason, we don’t give ourselves the time and permission to do so. Well, I hope you will.
Maybe, like Ray Bradbury, we should try not to think too much about this idea we have. Maybe, like him, we should just write.