by Jim Morgan

It is quite possible that being a writer is not a manifestation of insanity but is insanity itself. No one quite understands what I mean when I say my head is full of words chipping away at the mortar of my mind, hoping for a small chink through which escape can be gained. I can go for months and not write a sentence, hating myself for depriving myself of the need to write. For writing is not a want of mine but a need. I need to write. It is as essential to me as the food on the plate. But when I gorge myself I often feel as though I have been on a self-destructive bender.