I think I do my best work when I am emotionally stable and not too stressed out about money. When I am truly depressed, just about the only thing I write is my journal, which is pure Wailing Wall. Oh, I did start making glittery bookmarks that made me the pride of my pre-school class when I was sliding down this past time, but I gave that up, too, when I hit the pits.

I've heard about how the intense feelings of misery breeds creativity, but I don't think it works for me. I want to be happy.