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Not good, but they're done.

Now to focus on work. Yes, I let my work suffer for the sake of getting the words out. Work matters but not as much as writing, when I have a choice. I don't know if that will change as I grow in the craft but after doing this pretty much every day for the last four years I still see no end in sight.

I prefer to think that it's like opening a tap in the brain and letting out the pressure which would otherwise drive me crazy in some way. I know how romantic that sounds. I know that it's not a very sober or businesslike way of looking at life. But what can I say...