Writing is a weird medium when you think about it. Its creating endless possibility out of bunches letters with punctuation on a blank page. Words that can have immeasurable impact. They can heal or destroy, devastate or inspire. And they come from nothing but the living mind, its thoughts and fears, dreams and possibilities. Long after the body is dust the words will remain and their impact will continue. Only words that connect remain forever.
Though its not a physically taxing act, to write, it is connection through emotion. To link ideas and plot together that moves from the inside in ways that are unexpected. Those are both brilliant and unsettling, wanted yet unwanted moments of inspiration.