I am convinced that all writers are unstable.
The manic energy that possesses us-
that thing we call “inspiration”-
the frantic need to create-
the voices that fill our minds with the words
that flow from our mouths, our hands-
those muses, those demons, those divine gods or angels-
it is a possession.
It’s a blessing, a curse, a gift, a disease.
That instability we all share
turned to art.
Bringing Mae Flowers 