I have a miraculous connection between writing and my immune system resulting from cracking through my inhibition. It seems that when I don’t speak the truth of my experience, I inhibit emotions, and that inhibits my immune function. I am a writer, and sometimes, the ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It’s a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works. I like a mystery, as you may have noticed. For sure there is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers than those of us who are willing to fall because we have learned how to rise, through the art of pens and mind.
I write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. My all-time mantra, don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the writer’s world. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. I ain’t perfect but one day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. For now let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.
I only write when I’m inspired, so I see to it that I’m inspired every morning at five o’clock….Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do Anything really Good
I write to discover what I know and to keep Civilization from destroying itself.