I walked into my friend's studio - her living room floor - last night to discover two of her paintings in different stages.
"I'm so jealous of artists who can create something physical," I told her.
"What do you mean?" She said, "you're a writer."
She was right. I do create physical things. I just never think of them like that. It was a good kick in the pants, though, as I spent today in fictionland... It's a great place to visit. A place I have to come to more often...
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