Cannot shake this headache that trips into migraine territory and then recedes into just annoying headache land and then goes in for a full frontal assault, so I’m just sharing this very apt quote that appeared on my tumblr dash today:
“Why am I compelled to write? . . . Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger . . . To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit . . . Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.”
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 