The best part of writing a story is the flash of inspiration, when the story begins to write itself in my thoughts, completely consuming me until I have no choice but to sit at my laptop and let my imagination seep from my fingertips, excitement swirling in the pit of my stomach like butterflies fluttering wildly inside me, anxiety muddling my thoughts as I try to figure out where I start, where my story begins. My fingers stretch out over the keyboard, grazing the keys that I know so well.
        In a word, I was obsessed.