

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
I take Ray’s statement to heart, but sometimes where my intuition is taking me scares the crap out of me. I feel like I’m hanging waaayyy out on a thin branch, and the noise I hear sounds like wood splintering.
Saw this today in passing and love the sentiment. I feel this way, that without writing, reality would reduce me to a blithering idiot (yeah, just stop what you’re thinking right now). I feel that I’m addicted to writing, but that’s okay; I feed it, and it feeds me.
To paraphrase Ray, time again to write like crazy, and get high on words and ideas.