When you’re addicted to the scribbles and your addicted to each and every day and you’re utterly addicted to feeling better in yourself, that’s when the scribbles will… well, they’ll still be the same as ever actually – nuanced and upside down, wrongly punctuated quite often, and utterly honest for their worth. It’s something I’ve loved to do from day one, and I’ll love to do it til day… whatever, whenever really because it’s real and it’s rather rhapsodic, and for me it’s certainly… automatic… in one way or the other. I’ll work it to the bone. I’ll make it make sense of itself, however appearing abstract it might be to some. Rest assured, there is a reason for that too. And I’ll make it make me the proudest mother effer alive. Why? Well, because I’ve put absolutely everything in me into it from day one. And day one wasn’t ten years ago, when I started the scribbles, let’s say, properly. Day one was when I was a kid and I just knew that I wanted, and needed, to create something… utterly unputdownable. And whether that particular word belongs to the reader regarding their enjoyment level of it all or not, it certainly belongs to me because, honestly, I’m addicted to it and that makes trying to suddenly stop impossible for me. You’d have to call that, by the large, an unputdownable trait in its own right, right?