At the time of writing this entry, I had just finished a week of industry panels, networking summits, kissing hands and shaking babies. I genuinely hate people. During this time, I still have my own projects that I need to continue working on as well as editing and reading other’s work. Literature waits for no man.
Exhaustion is a normal part of my existence. I have come to embrace it. Most of my best ideas come from periods of too much input and not enough sleep. Of course, to further develop them, rest and focus are required, but getting the idea in the first place usually occurs in the same way that one has a fever dream. When the mind cannot operate properly it draws bridges between poorly connected subjects and new experiences that don't make sense. Seeing the world in these obscured filter and mixing in things that shouldn’t be, creates a pastiche of what the world could be, given an odd twist of events. That is the point of a good story, to reflect on the world and what could be.
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