“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
For writing allows just the proper recipes of truth, life, reality
as you are able to eat, drink, and digest without hyperventilating
and flopping like a dead fish in your bed.
I have learned, on my journeys, that if I let a day go by without
writing, I grow uneasy. Two days and I am in tremor. Three and I
suspect lunacy. Four and I might as well be a hog, suffering the
flux in a wallow. An hour’s writing is tonic. I’m on my feet,
running in circles, and yelling for a clean pair of spats.”
So fucking damm true.
I know the source of my emotional instability now …