If you take too much of vitamin or a particular mineral, you can get violently ill, and poison your system. What about words? Can you spend too much time dealing in arbitrary symbols assigned meaning by their sequencing and/or juxtaposition. Do those mists surrounding the bridge of illumination, inspiration, and consciousness out of which we pluck the tenuous particles of idea carry within their intangible shrouds some malady of exposure.
One can certainly die for writing, but can one die of writing?
One can certainly die for writing, but can one die of writing?