Getting my daily fix.

I have to write. Every day. Don’t have to talk.  To anyone. Yes, I can remain silent. But I have to sit down. And write. Something. Makes me wonder. Why I am compelled to write. Of course, I learned to write. By hand. Still do. But more often than not. I use a keyboard. As a result, my handwriting has deteriorated. Into sort of a scribble. The good thing about it. I can still read my scribble. Though others may have difficulty with it. Anyway. Here I am. At the keyboard. Getting my daily fix. --Jim Broede