Now maybe "demon" isn’t the right word, because I could never deem literature as a curse, but a story or idea definitely possess you when you write. So maybe instead of a demon, I’d call it love. An undeniable passion that you are driven to give up your life and well-being for so that it can thrive? Yes. I’ll call it love.

But when I sit down in an empty field and close my eyes to imagine an epic battle ensuing around me, or when I talk to characters playing around in my head, I feel happier than when I’m planning out my future.