In which I reach a pivotal point, by which I mean a high point on a spiral which, when seen from the side, appears to be a simple circle.
In which I muse about the process of self-discovery, so far as where the focus of writing goes.
In which I lament not being able to hoover up ALLTHEMEDIA while also producing my own.
In which I bounce between the concepts of spaces we know, and spaces we create.
In which I consider the creation of fiction, especially when it comes from the actual world.