“Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman’s name out of a satire, then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized, anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to be a writer -and if so, why?”
I dunno … but it sounds kinda fun! Besides I work at a desk job that is boring. This way, at least I rub shoulders with and belong to a community that is imaginative, creative and …. well touched in the head.
I love it