So I’m tucking S.U.P.E.R. away. And I’m unfolding Taigaea and bringing it back into the light. My old NaNoWriMo novel that makes me alternately cringe and smile.

And I’ll miss my superheroes and secret agents. And I’ll struggle to insert myself back into the world I created so, so many years ago. But then (I hope), it’ll all come to life again. The characters and the world both. And it’ll be worth it. That seems to be the theme of my life these days . . .

It’s worth it.

I have pages and pages now, bleeding with words.

But when I come away from all that and face the piled up laundry, unswept floor, and friends who feel so painfully distant all of a sudden, I begin to wish I were a creature of moderation. That I could go through life more here-a-little there-a-little, and cast aside intensity like a child casts away a plaything suddenly rendered boring.

So I’ll set the pages down. Just for a little while. I’ll live, read, and breathe (and yes, get the darn laundry done already). But I know I’ll return there, to that strange place only I (for now) can access. That place where I create everything out of nothing, and walk the roads of my mind-map with carefree abandon.

It’s a tricky thing, living poised between two worlds. But infinitely, infinitely worth it.