Work is the only answer. I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn’t work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!
If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both-you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing – but when you’re looking back. Well, it amounts to everything.
