If we’re talking an addiction in general, it would have to be writing, or at the very least ‘creation’. I can’t not start designing a new person, a new town, a new world. I love writing. It is what I’ve been doing since I was twelve and even before then I’d loved making up stories and day-dreaming about different places. Even now, I day-dream a lot about scenes developing in my current works and might wake up with a new idea because of a strange dream. Everything passes through my imagination before it seems to pass through reality. I don’t know how to not do it. I love writing too much. I tried to give it up once and it destroyed me. Someone told me it was a ‘pipe dream’ and for three days I couldn’t do it. They were miserable and cold, from memory. And since then I’ve decided that I can’t give it up, no matter what other people think or say. Even if no-one ever thinks I’m good enough, I’m going to keep doing it. Because I can’t stop doing it and because I love doing it. Even then, it makes me too happy. I love it.