Artists are neurotically passionate about their craft. Just ask my friends, which aren’t many to begin with. And there’s a reason for that. We are more often than not in our own world, from the moment we wake to the moment we fall asleep. Our art consumes us. Be it writing, painting, music, composing … creating is our life. Unfortunately, life doesn’t regard our need to be consumed by our artistic passion as a good thing. Life has very real needs that must be addressed first and foremost. For instance: food intake (daily), mortgage payments (on a regular basis I have been told), bodily functions (too many, damn it), utilities (have you any ideas how many there are?!), liquid intake (lots of it, various temperatures and potencies), and sleep (at least 5 hours within 24 hours is useful).
I’m certain I have missed some things deemed vital by others, but I’m a simple person. It is now summer and what I have in mind is writing. Of course. What else would I do? I have a few projects in the work but for those who read Lords of the Realm, you’ll know exactly what tale to expect from the Realm.