Ditto. When I was in my early 20s, I was determined to become a great poet. I practically let everything else go--career, family, relationships--everything came second to my writing.
Since I have grown up, the muse acts like a jealous old girlfiend who just won't let go.
I swear my muse is Queen Mab, the evil faerie wueen..
That's the only thing I know of that vindictive.
/ joke.
Thankfully I also draw, so I don't have ot worry so much about having my mind melt away.
Such as it is.