Housekeeper’s Diary

The Black Dog

For me the Black Dog arrives carrying a noose to strangle my creativity. He whispers, you aren't good enough. Sleep, all the time. Become for a while an empty vessel until you have got the strength to banish me. Walk me everywhere you go, holding my lead tight because you have forgotten who you are when I am not next to you. He says, retreat into yourself. No wittering for it will not ser[...]