It's like my whole body is falling apart now that I finished the Gob Squad. It's not like that's my magnum opus, though. This isn't Mozart's Requiem, here. It's a frigging high fantasy spoof. So why has my stomach been twisting in knots ever since I finished it? Geez!
So I haven't really made any progress, on anything, at all, or even close. But on the up side, I feel terrible and have no energy and my intestines feel like they're being tied into knots inside my body. I'm sure I can channel this into my art.
Is writing really art? I guess it is, since it's a creative endeavor. But it feels goofy to call myself an artist.
Perhaps I'll just call myself...an artiste!
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