People assume writing is seperate from real life.
Like I sit down, make something up, and then walk away when I’m done.
That would be easier.
The truth is, it doesn’t stay contained.
The tension lingers.
The characters don’t quiet down just because I close the document.
And sometimes the things I’m trying to write through feel a little to familiar to ignore.
Balancing life and creating worlds sounds clean in theory.
It isn’t.
They bleed into each other in ways that are hard to explain — and harder to turn off.
L.A. Keane 
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