Covetousness is both the beginning and the end of the devil's alphabet - the first vice in corrupt nature that moves and the last which dies.
All right everyone line up alphabetically according to your height.
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
It's usually a big kind of vent of frustration or anger or sadness that puts me in the right frame of mind to write. It's such a cliche to say that artists write when they're down but it's true for me. It's a relief to get out what's eating away at my heart or my soul or my head.