I write to understand myself better. Therapy has proven to be too costly. Maybe after reading some of my stuff, a more thorough portrait of my character will come across than anything I could possibly muster in an autobiographical blip.
My creativity is fueled by loneliness for now. When and if that feeling ever evaporates or at least becomes manageable, I suppose my fuel will shift to contentment.
I deeply admire the authors of the Cliffs Notes series because as a lazy, troubled high school student, their guides, which I regularly misused to pass my exams and to write seemingly inspired term papers, informed me of a literary canon that I would eventually explore with gusto at college.
