Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.

Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.

Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Discovering the 'impossible' ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.

Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me. Especially if I can meet with other people, in forums from illness support groups to phone-sex hotlines, and learn what other people know best.