It is like a hunger that won't be satiated. A thirst that won't be quenched. It seems like I drink and drink only to feel more parched. You know that mosquito bite on the arch of your foot? The one you scratch until it's raw, but still itches? It's like that. It feels like the need is eating away inside me and leaving a growing hollowness, like a big dying tree.
What is it? Come on, you're a writer, you know.
The continual need to be published. The overwhelming desire to hear, "Yes, I want to p...
Published on July 19, 2011 08:10