I have been thinking lately, and about a lot of things, at that. But I have come to the conclusion that I don't write because I seem to be lacking aptitude for stringing words together in the way I want to express what I'm trying to say. Now I'm not saying that I can't get thoughts across; it's just that if and when I do, it's entirely too wordy and precise to be considered beautiful. Being succinct is not something at which I excel. Additionally, I am often uncomfortable if I do not conform to certain prescription grammars, especially when trying to present a point. Conversationally I don't concern myself with those grammars as much, but it puts me ill at ease to end a sentence with a preposition in a body of writing. Drawing is much easier because you can trick yourself into thinking that it's the best that you can do, or reason that if you change an imperfect line it often necessitates the asjustment of other lines which are exactly how you wanted them already. Words can be gone over and over again and changed so precisely until they are perfect, without too much impact on the surrounding text. Of course there are exceptions relating to metre and rhyme, if poetry is to your taste, as there are exceptions to many things in life. Similar to my pedantry with grammar, trying to rhyme "none" with "some" would just not enter into the sphere of possibilities in word choice, in my mind. I have the right feelings to be writing poetry or prose, but not the words. I have words, but they are not the right words, the perfect words, the words that I want. However, I don't believe that the feelings I have are the right kind to be put into drawings. As a drawer (I am loath to call myself an artist in any sense of the word), I draw subjects of little consequence, if any, and to no great effect except for a small, short-lived spark of pride if at the end I've succeeded in portraying what I initially wanted to portray. As it is, being unable to draw feelings and unable to put them in words, I worry about where they end up inside of me. Perhaps thay are planning a coup.