My grandfather once promised my mother a whole dollar if she could be quiet for a minute.  She never earned that dollar because the words just flew out of her mouth unbidden. That’s how I am with writing. I may not speak aloud all the words that are flying around in my head, but they need to be released. I have been known to make a list just to cross off things I’ve already done. Somehow that seals the reality. A friend once commented, ” You just play around with words, don’t you?” And it’s true. Words hold the meaning that I want to convey to others. They’re vessels coming in all shapes and sizes and using them brings me closer to others. I just love words, that’s all there is to it, and that’s one of the reasons I write.