Friends have reached out asking if I’m mentally ill. Sure. Who isn’t? But it’s odd. This is also the best time of my life. I am intensely mindful, more in tune with the feelings and thoughts swimming underneath my skull. I feel that I am resting above them in a sweet, acidic lake, waiting patiently to be digested by God. It’s a good, creative, state of mind. I hope this feeling remains as I dive back into what matters most: My artistic work. I haven’t progressed the word count for my novel in a few weeks. But I’ve been ‘writing’ by learning about love, lust, the mind, and the soul. Themes which are central to the book. [Artemis and the Prince](https://ajakhtarart.com/_SITE/Artemis+and+the+Prince) The surface tension of my previous life has snapped, and we progress *onwards*.