What Ails Ya?

Do you suffer from any of the following symptoms: grumpiness, absent-mindedness, impatience, intolerance, misplacing things, believing that everything that happens to you or someone you know is a symbol of something else, looking backward on life and believing that many ordinary events were foreshadowing, hearing voices, or seeing visions? If so, you're either a paranoid schizophrenic or a writer.

I hate to self-diagnose, but I think I'm a writer. I could take medication for the first ailment, but the writing disease has only one known cure. Butt to chair. Pen to paper. I've tried other remedies: ignoring it, chanting mantras, becoming a lawyer, distracting myself with shopping and eating. To no avail. After all was said and done, I was still a writer. When I'm not writing, I'm miserable. Just ask the people closest to me. We all agree that I'm best when I'm writing.

How about you?

If so, you know the cure. Write!