I am a writer, which means that I write. I’m “torn between the light and dark” as Bowie once put it. Though I’m an advocate for the nailing of colours to masts–good or evil–I myself seem to do nothing but float between the two camps. Religious tradition crippled me with self-doubt, so I’m looking for God somewhere else.
My fire is anger. My motivation is joy.
I suppose I’m hoping for exorcism by this blog, or catharsis, to be literary. Eventually conclusion.