Me? I have this urgent need to make stuff up. Making stuff up only increases this sense of urgent need. I need to make up more stuff. It’s like there’s this monkey on my back dressed like a writer. It’s got this ink-stained tunic on and is waving a plumed pen. Okay, so my monkey affects a particular time period. Go figure. My monkey is also carrying around it’s own soap box from which it can pontificate at will. Or fling poo.
So, the more appropriate question is, what’s your monkey dressed like?
The little bugger screeches at me constantly. It’s deafening.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… What a fun image. Fun. Sometimes that’s hugely necessary in order to be at peace with the screeching. Yeah.