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I am perusing the Daedalus posts of yesteryear, and have come across an old post Michelle wrote almost four years ago on the dangers of not writing and striving to appease the inner artist child. Otherwise, you might turn into the Hulk. Para-paraphrase, of course. She put it far more articulately. I find my rediscovery of this to be quite apt as I've not had proper write time in a while - thanks the Sturm un Drang of this month and various synopsis things. (Excuses excuses.) Please read. Monday, October 29, 2012
Wisdom from Yesteryear (j & m)
I am perusing the Daedalus posts of yesteryear, and have come across an old post Michelle wrote almost four years ago on the dangers of not writing and striving to appease the inner artist child. Otherwise, you might turn into the Hulk. Para-paraphrase, of course. She put it far more articulately. I find my rediscovery of this to be quite apt as I've not had proper write time in a while - thanks the Sturm un Drang of this month and various synopsis things. (Excuses excuses.) Please read. 
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