All the wandering of words have done their thing, have captured enough avenues of the imaginative mind. I’ve done the styles I needed to do, and next I want to, again, bring an entirely new style to the page. They’ve been heavy and hectic and decidedly mental health-strewn, and of course that is totally okay and good and what not. But that’s my business and separate to anyone else’s. Each to their own, right. Anyhow. The words. The styles. The storylines, the rhythm, the descriptive intelligence, the utterly prolific and proficient and productive nature of it all. That’s all there now and I want to move it nicely along to the next level. Because there are levels, and I want to go as high as humanly possibly with regards literary intent