Why does action-thriller writer David Morrell write?
Well, he claims he’s got an “inner ferret.”
Apparently this weaselly thing gnaws at his organs...
And unless Mr. Morrell cares to lose a spleen, liver, or some such, he must write to make it stop.
Well, I am happy to report that I do not have an inner ferret (or outer ferret either, for that matter).
But I do have a flock of birds.
Every morning I can feel their wings beating against my little cage of rib.
On some days it’s a murder of crows…
or lamentation of swans.
Most of the time, I’m pretty sure it’s a lubberly parcel of penguins.
But the make or model never really matters, because the directive is always the same —
Take up a pen or paintbrush.
Pick the lock.
Set them free.
PROMPT: Why do you create? What inner animal moves your muse? Grizzly? Platypus? Um…termite?