I love the way it feels when I quit
smoking cigarettes. That's why I can't stop! Seriously! It opens up
the creative part of my brain. I think it stops working the same way
for a while and then the flood gates open back up. There's so much
more juice flowing through the wires that it floods the levy and
picks up magical bits along the shore. These magical bits are added
to the monologue as fairy dust. And we fly, we fly away.
If you can time the quitting with a
creativity-forcing life situation (negative money, husband being a
douche, no money, car troubles, ill mother, many, many guys,
illnesses, two moves, everything changing) HA! Culminates to
inspiration.
Research: Jesters
