

Pretend Writer. Alice Cooper Superfan. Tat collector. Footman to three princesses. Air guitar warlord. All the voices in my head have stories to tell.
I’m an excruciatingly worried person. In my world there is no “letting things go.” There is no “don’t worry about it,” or “just relax.” That doesn’t exist for me. When people tell you to do those things, in the variety of ways they do, it makes it worse because then you feel awful that you can’t. I live in a head flooded with a constant stream of thoughts and I don’t control the off-switch. I’ve looked around for it, but it doesn’t seem to exist. I’m convinced I’m missing a part and there’s no place to order it.
…the creativity so far produced and strips it back to an almost negative and detrimental conclusion. The desire to create, in me at least, is not simply the desire to create, but rather the desire to create masterpiece after masterpiece; in reality, what worth has creating if you aren't aiming for the skies?
Steven Erikson has, by virtue of having written something inextricably linked to my passions and pleasures, created in me a positive feedback cycle based on the negative thoughts that I could never be as good as him. One may wonder at the health of such a way of looking at life, but it again comes back to the psycho…