Now we may all know, but are too polite to point out, that what I’d like to call artistic driven frenzy and passion of being is in reality simply neurosis driven by guilt and pressure. This self-awareness of my diagnosis does not preclude the continued “tapping at my chamber door”, and Edgar doesn’t help, nor does my self-imposed standard of maintenance.
Why is it that my weblog calendar must turn in number every red day to white to indicate a post? Will I die and go to hell if I miss and leave one red? I’ll never know because my obsessive need to leave a clean slate will surely not allow it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology