It's kind of like a monster

Writing my outline for My short story satiated some of my soul's need for creativity, but my soul has run dry and needs sustinence. The only thing that will quench it is writing. My soul has it's own desires that I cannot control and I fear that if i cannot do something for my soul it wil overtake me and i will be forced to set everything else aside and let my soul's explosive desire for creativity finally be quenched, although ony for a short time. Then soon it will again bind me and render me unconscious to everything else until i feed it what it needs.