we write because we can't help it

I was talking to a friend after a truly awe inspiring performance of "I killed my mother" at the greenhouse theater (it's still going on and you should go see it if you can). And while we said many profound things, because we're so deep and smart and young and stupid, the thing that stayed with me is the we have this intrinsic acceptance that we are writers. Even when we (I) deny it at every chance I (I mean we (I)) get. He said that he finally had to accept it when he realized it was the one thing he was really good at (or something like that). But I think we both know that we write because we can't help it. I've got a desk drawer full of napkins and half sheets and random blank spaces on scratch paper full of words and beginnings and endings. I might never do anything with them like expand them or look at them again but I have them. Because I can't help writing things down. I can't shut out the narrator in my head that likes to live in the in-between.

My name is allthein-between.blogspot.com and I am a writer.