“Curse, you say? Let me tell you about curses. A curse is when you wake up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep because you can’t get a tune unstuck from your head. Or you’ve had a dream that would make a fantastic story. Then when you do finally drift off you find it all gone in the morning. A curse is when personal relationships fall by the wayside because you isolate yourself from the world. A curse is when you lose everything and turn your back on what most consider life’s essentials, simply because you have no interest in anything other than the next word, sentence, paragraph, and on, and on, until you’ve turned stacks of pages into imprisoning castle walls, so high it’s considered treacherous to be in your vicinity. That my friend is a curse; one that cannot be broken because the truth of the matter is there are no perfect last lines. So you keep writing and writing until your fingers bleed, and hope that one day you’ll find solace even though you know solace will be forever hidden. And the only gratification you can take from your obsession is ripped from the hearts of the few who recognize your torment.”
