Every author and/or artist goes through moments, time periods, or phases in 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 in art and authoring was at a much younger age. 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 my forty years has shown me... taught me is that creative minds -like myself, we feed on this darkness; some of us more than others though. Some creative minds are lost in a place that makes Hell look like Arizona during a drought. Others, they never cross that bridge to Hell, jumping off before they get there.
As for me, I find myself walking round-a-bout... painstakingly continuing to walk in circles with my sanity in tote.
Never knowing when it will end, or if I will just succumb to the madness of one's own mind. I see that bridge... but I'm not there yet.
