Further proof that I'm on the right path

I intended to take the time between the end of my final semester and the new year as a vacation, allow my brain time to reset, allow story ideas to percolate.

It's been 9 days since my semester officially ended, and I'm feeling the strong desire to write either a new draft of an existing story or start the note phase of a new story.

I do not write because I want to. I write because I need to, have to, don't know what else I would/could/should do.

I never felt this way about theater. Yes, I was a bit younger, but my passion for theater was never this soul-consuming. The need to write is a burning, nagging irritation in my mind. It is something I cannot get rid of and will not feel at peace with unless I give it room to grow and expand.

In short: I know I am on the right path with my life because, when left to my own devices, I find myself doing it anyway.