From Jean Toomer, author of Cane after he published his first book:

I gave with abandon the flow of myself. And as I gave I was given to myself. My soul was resurrected and we were joined... there was holy union. And I, united in myself, found myself thereby joined to people and the whole of life, in love... In my soul I found new life. There I discovered what I had sought elsewhere, without finding.

The euphoric sense of having "made it", of having your soul outpoured and affirmed (even if by ultra-commercialized New York publishing houses). It's a weakness really. It's a void that well adjusted people fill through more conventional means (family, church, a career). Do creative people always have this malady? I know I do.