Uh oh, looks like I’m on the opposite end of this spectrum. I retired and headed straight to cupboards, drawers, basement and attic and hauled boxes of photos, slides, journals, sketchbooks, correspondence and memorabilia to my studio.

You see, I sold my creativity for a living and this is the first time I’ve been free of market constraints to use it anyway I want. Liberation lit a fire. Creativity is flowing, energizing, exciting. Near as I can tell, some kind of weird graphic novels are emerging. Stories are jumping on the pages all by themselves (hey wait for me, I’m in charge here). My head is in the clouds. I watch my hands work (and wonder how’d you learn all that). My fingers are typing so fast, I can’t think fast enough to keep up.

I have no idea where this is going, but I’m not leaving this solo path until I get there.

PS. I loved reading your story.