Okay, so this post is in response to the post I made last week…
It feels really odd when I say something that seems to contradict what I said exactly one week ago, but I guess it does need to be said.
You see, anyone who knows me well enough will agree that there are times when I immerse myself so deep into my work that I just cannot stop drowning. Of course, that is still prime fodder for artistic creativity, but the artist himself must pay a hefty price. Lives of artists like Sylvia Plath and, in more recent history, Amy Winehouse should serve as a reminder.
As often debated by a particularly incandescent, albeit fictional, pair of contemporary artists, is true art a flash of beauty burning bright and then vanishing in a moment, or is it something eternal that contains our soul and is passed down to our descendants? That is the question always on our minds.
Do I dare say I have the answer? Not in the slightest.
All I do know is that a horse can only gallop so much, before its legs and its heart gives way. And I still have miles to go.
So, in conclusion, we do have an update. Book Two might take longer than I earlier expected, but that may be for the best.