It is rather true, a Bobcat like me always has his head itching with mice running around inside, searching for a fattening cheese of an idea. As any author who believes in what he/she writes, I… we… live in two dimensions. If it gets quieter, let me assure you, that’s when an author really becomes crazy, because we can now hear the mice, and they look so delicious to us Bobcat-writers. But the real struggle for any author is grasping the ideas, and placing them in the right context, which explains the maddening state we try our best to conceal. My rat trap is my pen and notebook and I always keep them around; in my pocket, on my table, and even on my bed when I have to go to sleep, just in case some scratchy noises wake me up at night and I needed to set a trap very quickly.
I have reviewed my recent life and found out how different I’ve become since I started writing, behavioral and habitual divergence from my former self influenced by the lifestyle changes to keep up with the mice in my head. I am crazy, but it is the good kind, the kind that you know you are mad, and you wish you can fall deeper if it meant you would get your artistic soul nourished.
But do you know what’s more illogical? Having ideas that you really believe in, and not share them with the world… now that would drive you to real madness.
Be creative, be happy, be with purpose.
~ A. H. Amin