What Price Inspiration?

I once read a book
Or saw a film
A fiction
With friction
A middle-aged writer
Or some such thing
In the Far East
Or was it West?
Or somewhere else?
Who made a deal
With a devil
Or someone of that ilk
That the price
To write a best seller
Was one of his digits
He'd presumably
Had had some success
As there were three fingers missing
From his left hand
But was now hooked on fame
I wondered at what strange magic
Would reward such a thing
Perhaps none at all
Perhaps it was merely an illusion
Or delusion
Perhaps he was inspired
By the intense pain
As each digit
Was painfully removed
By a sharp knife
And this pain
Was his portal
To his imagination
Ive had moments of severe pain
None of which have been
That inspiring
Do i need my little finger?
Apart from when i'm drinking tea!

by Jemia