To Misuse One's Talent, To Be Cavalier

If You Put Somebody On A Crack Pipe And Give Them A 9 Mm Baretta, You Don't Have To Be A Rocket Scientist To Figure Out What's Going To Happen Next.

In That Moment, When Watches And Clocks Misbehave And You Feel A Cold Vapor Wrap Itself Around Your Heart, You Unconsciously Draw A Line At The Bottom Of A Long Column Of Numbers And Come Up With A Sum. Perhaps It's One That Fills You With Contentment And Endows You With A Level Of Courage And An Acceptance That You Didn't Know You Possessed.or Maybe Not.

You Have Two Choices In Life. You Either Die Or Do Something With Your Time. You're Going To Be Doing Something - Why Not Write?

If You Don't Compromise Your Gift, If You Write Each Day As Well As You Can, And Then Submit Your Work And Not Worry About It And Go On To The Next Piece, You Suddenly Find Oddly Enough That You're No More Interested In The Applause Than The Silence. You Don't Hear Either One Of Them. You Can Never Listen To The Naysayers. If You Do You Won't Survive.

Why Do I Always Feel Like You're Trying To Staple My Umbilical Cord To The Corner Of Your Desk?