So, maybe I was overreacting about the whole creativity thing. I mean, hecks yeah, it's hard to make a living at creative things, but lots of people do anyway, right? It just takes pig-headedness enough?

The dragon lady is now apparently fueled by pixie-power. I'm not sure I like it. And the evil cats might be shape-shifting-type-things? Strike anybody else as a literary cliche?

Also, I figured out a way to fix the narrative problem for one of my poems, but stylistically I don't think I like the solution. Which leaves me with a weird hybrid of problems. Yes, I'm complaining.

And no, apparently my crazy moodiness does not stop when the stress stops (there goes my excuse). I just have breakdowns less often. Which, you know, I guess I'm in favor of. But I don't really want the moodiness to keep going forever.