Red Room Where the Writers Are

Thomas Carlyle, in a letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson:

"Write as it is given you, and not till it be given you, and never mind a whit."

Are there times when the frenetic rush of urban life makes your head want to explode?

As long as I can remember, I have had this nagging feeling that I was supposed to do something. It was not that I had forgotten to do something.