After witnessing this recent burst of creative energy, a good friend asked why I stopped writing in the first place. It wasn't the first time someone asked me that. It was, however, the first time in a long time I actually gave the question some serious thought.
Why DID I stop writing? One day I was writing pithy prose about rappers and popstars, gossipy columns about music industry players, articles about the state of the industry, liner notes, newsletters, artist bios, and press releases... You name it, I wrote it. Sometimes I wrote for the love of it. Sometimes I thought I could change or save the industry I loved with the stroke of a pen. But more than a few times I simply wrote for the highest bidder.
And then I stopped. No fanfare, no big decision, I just put the pen down. Fell out of love. On to the next creative pursuit.
Recently I've felt the spark return. The desire to write came over me like the desire one feels for a lover you can't get enough of. Words began to flow from my pen like the waves of pleasure you feel when the loving is good. And much like an orgasmic rush, I have to admit, it feels amazing to want to write again.
So why did I stop writing? I don't know that the reason matters anymore. What does matter is this... I 'm writing. And a writer writes, always.