Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.
What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.
I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.
Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.