Remember why you were doing it in the first place? Because while you were writing, you could fly. You could do magic. You were one of the immortals—and, dammit, isn’t being one of the immortals heady stuff? Remember? You have written because of love, and you know what that blood-pulsing, heart-pounding, adrenalin-high, I-can-do-anything rush is all about. You know.
–Holly Lisle (again)