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Artistic Insanity

As a writer, I often find myself engaged in behaviors that would be cause for alarm in any other profession. Artists are allowed to explore levels of obsession an other forms of insanity that no one else is trusted to. The other day, I spent about an hour researching grammatical structure of an essentially dead language, in order to name a fictional horse. Yup.

Currently, I'm trying to recall the last time I actually set foot outside my cave. I've gone out on my porch to water my plants, but it's been probably two weeks since I've actually been in the world. I sketch people who don't exist. There are semi-intelligible notes taped to my walls. I stare at them muttering that there must be some connection.

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