On occasion, someone will ask me why I write. This is my answer:
From the time that I was just a small child, the need bubbles up inside of me. It builds and grows until I feel like my whole body will burst. Then I start the project, whatever it may be.
It's like channeling lightening. I feel a shock o...f energy come out through my fingers. I lose track of time, and become oblivious to my surroundings. The whole experience is at once as delightful as orgasm, and as excruciating as childbearing.
I am a writer. I wake up and I write, I write all day long, I dream new stories to channel tomorrow.
An addendum: I actually find that lately I've been writing to inflict emotions on people.... I haven't decided yet if this is a form of violence.