"Rise in the morning with the spirit you had known in your childhood. That spirit of eagerness, adventure, and certainty."
“The lightning bugs are back. They fly low to the ground as the lawn dissolves from green to black in the dusk. Seeing them, I can reconstruct a childhood: a hot night under tall trees; the Good Humor man, in his square white truck, the freezer smoky when he reaches inside for an ice cream.
The lightning bugs trapped in empty jars with holes on top. "Let them out," our mother said, "or they will die in there." We were careless. We always
forgot to open the jars. The bugs would be there in the morning, their yellow tails dim in the white light of the summer sun, pathetic as they lay on
their backs. We were always horrified by what we had done. As night fell we shook them out and caught more.
I relive the magic of the yellow light without the bright white of hindsight. The little flares in the darkness, a distillation of the kind of life we think we had, we wish we had, we want again.”
-Anna Quindlen Living Out Loud
When Lord Byron said, "If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad," what do you suppose he meant?
Personally, I think he was touching on the one thing all writers have in common; Schizophrenia.
Here are some of the symptoms found in writers suffering from this disease:
Do you find yourself conversing with your characters as if they really exist? Do you hear the voices of sometimes several made up, novel bound persona's in your head? What can one do?
Simple. Write. Write and you won't go mad. Thank you Lord Byron!
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!