Every author or artist goes through moments, time periods, or phases of their life with their creativity. For the most part, I was able to break my up mine into decades... although I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It's so me. And although my very first interest was as a much younger child. It really didn't come to the surface until my pre-teen/teen years, when darkness -as they say, was my only friend.
One thing that forty years has shown me... taught me, is that creative minds -like myself, we feed on this darkness; some of us more than others. Those creative minds are lost in a place that makes Hell look like Arizona during a drought. Others, they never cross that bridge jumping off before they get there.
As for me, I'm stuck walking the roundabout... and the only exist that exists is the one for the bridge and I'm not there yet, so I painstakingly continue to walk in circles with my sanity. Never knowing when it will end, or if I will succumb to the madness of ones own mind.
