The Muse Ruse

The realm of a writer in all its hanging-upside-down, face-obscured-by-the-fallen-gown, underwear-exposed-to-the-world unglory.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing . . . I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
Lord Byron