Author has written 6 stories for Gaia Online, and Labyrinth.
I'm a female Canadian (an Anglophone French Canadian. Figure that one out.), a Taurus, and quite possibly crazy.
I'm a writer (sort of). How else can I explain being able to sit in a quiet room and hear conversations that never happened between people who never existed? The only real difference between a writer and someone who is clinically insane is that the writer realizes that the voices aren't real, but they try to make them real. So, who's crazier?
George Orwell wrote four different reasons in his essay 'Why I write': Egoism, aesthetic enthusiasm, historical impulse, and political purpose. Why do I write? Like I have a choice. My muse (in what ever form it takes) is a persistent one. So, quite possibly insanity.
One would have to be. Orwell said that: "Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."
Some days, like when I've been kept up to the wee hours of the morning in order to finish a chapter, or one of my characters (Original or Borrowed) or my muse waltzes into my dreams and demands attention at 3 am in the bloody morning (Jareth, I'm looking at you. He's done it twice.), I'd much rather go through the illness and wrestle that demon. At the same time.
So, that's all I can think of.
"Never retreat; never explain; never apologize. Get the thing done and let them howl." Nellie McClung.
"Well-behaved women rarely make History." Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.