I write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.
Oh, my soul! why art thou so often disquieted within thee? How is it that thou hast so little faith? Wilt thou never learn that Jesus has even the least of His little boats always under His watchful eye, and all the winds and the waves obey Him?