At Least They're Committed

I’ve had a dastardly time getting out of my mind! It’s been months, maybe years since I’ve been capable of jumping outside myself and into someone else’s. It reflects poorly on my writing. It speaks ill of my imagination.

Which is not to say my imagination is ill. It’s quite healthy and active, it’s just wildly self-centered at the moment. My quest is to stretch it outside my feeble little skull and into someone else’s feeble little skull. So, in advance, I’m sorry about all the bad writing I’m going to have to do to finally get back to writing well.