Now, of course, some people create each day because they simply burn to do so. Their psyches feed the furnaces of their creative engines, and they just chug along, morning and night, fever-eyed, muttering, in a rhapsody borne of their own need to put something of themselves on the page (or screen).
Cheers to those folks. We’re just going to leave them in their happy, productive bubbles, serving as their own perpetual motion machines like those weird little “drinking birds” my parents had in the seventies. Chances are they’re not reading this article, anyway.