Answer:
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
What has to be broken before it can be used?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?