Some people, when they drop by for a two-minute conversation, end up spinning a simple ‘good-bye’ into a twenty minute conversation.
I’m not one of those people.
Unless I’m writing. Give me a photo to post, and I’ll immediately start crafting a frame for it in words. Never mind that I never intended, when I came across the photo, to tie it to any sort or background beyond the literal time and place. Put a keyboard—hell, a fountain pen—in front of me, and a vignette starts to take form on the paper. Screen. Whatever.
I suppose that’s why the writers, the ones who know, say to write every day. About anything. About everything. Because that’s how stories happen.
And all writing is stories. Some are true in different ways than others.