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I’ve been doing this for over three months now. It’s a lot of writing. I’ve written until my hand cramped and I thought it’d never come back to its original shape. I’ve written deep into the night, during lunch hours, first thing in the morning.<\/p>\n
I’m discovering things about myself.<\/p>\n
I’m exploring new places, venturing outside my normal areas. I’m writing essays, venturing into science fiction, fantasy quests that take place in the modern world, brief pieces of autobiographia.<\/p>\n
And my mind — my mind is reeling. So many possibilities. So many words. So many ways to twist them and use them. So many lies to tell, and truths to reveal. So many horizons I haven’t crossed. So many mysteries yet to be solved, riddles to be answers, conundrums to be confounded by.<\/p>\n
I write about poets and artists. I write about dreamers. I write about fairies and tigers and gods. I write fables. I write fever dreams and hallucinations. I disguise profundity as foolishness, and pretend at the profound when I’m merely being foolhardy. I pretend to be clever, even when I am clever.<\/p>\n
I’m awakening not just the writer in me, but the artist and the dreamer and the gypsy and the thief and the magician and the dragon. I am all these things. And I am unleashing myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"