Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.
For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write the way a thief steals; it's a little covert.
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
