I recently read an article about a study that substantiates the popular notion that creativity is linked to mental illness. It says (in part) that they found that writers and their family members had a higher than average incidence of depression, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and autism.
Writers are crazy.
Sometimes bat-shit crazy.
If you are not a writer, imagine for a moment the level of writhing, itching obsession that would compel you to squirrel away in your room for months—no years—no decades–scribbling on and on about made-up worlds and imaginary people. Who does that? Why?
It ain’t for the fame, money or glory. The odds are too long on that buggy race—no matter how delusional those creative types might be.
No, it’s a sick compulsion; a distinct flavor of crazy that is a subtle blend of delicious, delirious dementia with a dash of mania and a flake of lunacy.
So, if you are a writer, well—good luck.
And if you just happen to know one, give them a hug or something. They probably need it.