@d-pend I feel your post on so many levels. <3

But the part about writing being digestive transmutation is one that I totally agree and resonate with.

> We absorb the nutrients of philosophies that agree with our system and reject other sentiments as toxins. We store techniques we like in our mental organs against the hard times of creative famine and let the rest pass through.

> What we write in order to further heal ourselves may become nourishment to a reader in a manner beyond our wildest expectations. Even, and especially, admissions of our own failures, suffering, and poor decisions can become tonics against the vicissitudes of life for more than just ourselves.

We process our emotions - our hurts, disappointments, sorrows, joys, excitement - and work through them. But the most wonderful thing is that all the "*poison*" (the negative experiences that might have destroyed us) flow through us, touch us, make us write - and in the end our writing is the "*potion*". 

Not just for us, as it allowed us to process what happened, but others can drink of that draught too, the potion serving as a catalyst for their own healing process.

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Now being a writer too, I've definitely felt the disillusionment you (and all other creatives) feel. Does anyone care? 

I've also struggled with the fact that poetry and writing fiction doesn't (for now) pay the bills. That I have to do other things to sustain myself, so I can write. Sometimes, it feeds into that disillusionment, for if money is a factor of value (in this present economy) and I don't make money off my writing, does it mean my writing has no value?

But I remember a quote I once saw, which in essence was, don't stop doing what keeps you alive spiritually, just because it cannot keep you alive literally.

And I thought that was very true.

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Resteemed! (: