There came a time when I felt I was not going to be satisfied with life unless I could write.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's a happiness that comes from writing that I won't live without.
Writing is so entwined with my being that I can't imagine a life without it.
I decided if I couldn't be a writer, my life would be miserable. I had this imaginary room of references to all the books I had read, a kind of bubble, in which I lived.
If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all.
I'm very unhappy when I'm not writing.
Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.
The way I live now is that I only write, which means that I'm very poor but very happy. Everything in my life is the way I want it to be.
Everything can be going well, but if I'm not writing, I'm not happy. When I'm writing well, I'm like a different person.
I'm never more miserable than when I write, and never more happy than having finished and having it sitting in front of me.
I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.