By Sarah Sturman
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What does writing mean to me? I'll tell you.
I haven't written anything that I want to in more than a month. This is torture.
I want to write.
Every night I'm sitting at my computer doing homework, desperately trying to increase my slogging pace so I can get on to Figment or Google Docs or Tumblr... and every night I fail.
I itch to write.
Really, I do. I get fidgety and antsy and I can't sit still and I'm not hungry and I don't want to hear you drone on about your newest business endeavor and I don't want to listen to you rant about your math teacher and I really don't want to just sit and calm down for a minute and most of all I want to write.
I need to write.