I’m not necessarily saying you are mad, although who knows? That’s for you to decide. What I am saying is that writers as a group are completely mad.

The facts make it very clear. Writers sit alone in a room talking to themselves, telling themselves stories about things that aren’t real and writing it all down. How is that sane? We don’t speak to others when we’re doing this. It’s all very silent and secretive. We don’t even know if anyone else will even be interested in our efforts, yet still we persist.

What other undertaking, when described like this, would make you say, ‘You need therapy, and lots of it and soon!’?