"What would you call yourself?"
"I used to answer with <<a
writer>>. Now I'm not so sure, but I think the closest answer is
<<a leader>>. I work with words and feelings, in written or spoken
form, anyway."
"How do you write?"
"How is my writing or how am I able to
write?"
"How do you find your words?"
"Hmm"
"Tell me your secret."
"Are you afraid of losing your mind?"
"Ahm.. No, I guess"
"This is what I do, I lose my mind. I free
it and let it run, wherever it wants to go. And when it comes back.. Done is the
magic."
"Do you believe in magic?"
"I believe in order and I believe in
chaos, in God and Devil, in fairies and aliens. Why wouldn't I believe in
magic? I am not ready to believe that we, as a species, are as boring as we so
thoroughly try to be. I know I am not normal anyways, but I never said I wanted
to be. Being different and taking risks, this is what has kept me going so far.
Normality brings me to insanity, ironically enough"
"Do you remember what it is like? To lose
your mind?"
"Yes, it is madness, but it is not
unconsciously. I do it because I want to and because it makes me feel right.
You should try it sometimes, but be careful. Once you do it, you can hardly
find a way back."
"How do you lose your mind?"
"That, deary, is a secret I am not yet
willing to share. And if you search deeply enough, you'll find the answer on
your own."
