On Time, Mortality and Champagne

L’chaim!

Writing, to me, is a bottle of champagne.

An idea for an article will wake me up at night. Sometimes it’s a headline, sometimes a zinger one-liner and sometimes it’s just an uncontrollable draw to create and release.

If I don’t jump on it immediately, the idea starts gnawing at my stomach. It’s like a strange, masochistic pain.