Maybe it isn’t about artists, or art, or whatever. Maybe it’s about writing. Just that, writing and all it might bring with it. Closed mind—> writing will sprint. Busy mind? Writing will still sprint. So, yeah. Writing. That’s it. I’m not ever going to be able to work from the unfortunate look of things, so I’m going to have to appreciate the disability welfare I receive weekly and to also try and make a fair wallop of cash with aforementioned scribbles 😊 That’s it. What an ocd sufferer can only dream of most of the time. Even that kind of a life is hectic, of course. To be getting disability welfare and also trying to eke out a financial career in scribbleland. 🤷‍♂️