The itch of scribbling.
Many have an irresistible itch for writing.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
I have very little choice. If I don't write, I feel dreadful. So I write.
I am a compulsive writer.
I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.
Writing is like a 'lust,' or like 'scratching when you itch.' Writing comes as a result of a very strong impulse, and when it does come, I, for one, must get it out.
Being a writer was never a choice, it was an irresistible compulsion.
I never, ever decided that I had to write a novel because, to me, there's no such decision that ought to be made. It's only something that I felt compelled to do, and it began to evolve.
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.
The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.
I write because I feel driven to write. I write from a sense of inner necessity. I don't write for anything other than that.
I write manically.
If the urge to write should ever leave me, I want that day to be my last.
I was just as voracious a writer as I was a reader.
The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it
I genuinely miss writing now on the rare days I don't write; my mouth waters when I think about writing, and I have an extreme physical reaction to the idea of doing it.
I get an urge, like a pregnant elephant, to go away and give birth to a book.
My identity is based around being a writer. I can't not write. It's a compulsion.
The inspiration to write? Perhaps it's not so much inspiration, as a NEED to write. I get itchy and guilty and dissatisfied when I haven't written for a while. Ideas come to me and need to be written down.
You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?
