 I write, therefore I am a nutcase.
I’m glad to have this disclosure out of the way. Now we can talk.
If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’re more or less a nutcase as well, which makes us comrades in arms. And what is the battle in which we’re jointly engaged?
Getting the words on the page.
Sometimes it’s easier than others. Sometimes, as is currently the case for me, I can write steadily—more or less—and be pleased with the results. I may not be sleeping well; I may have little to no social life; my house may be a disaster, and we may eat fast food three or four times a week. But if the writing is going well, that pretty much means that I am well, and happy. Those around me may not be so happy, but that’s another story entirely.
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