In my last journal entry, I embarked on the quest to satisfy the primitive urge to eat the many foods that the characters of my stories desire. The quest has ended. My understanding of the characters is as though I have known them for my whole life.
I am the same, yet different. I still write of these characters, but with new knowledge of pizza, hot dogs, and mayonnaise.
There is more room for me to store my knowledge thanks to the 5.9 stone I gained during this time. As they say, "A heavy man knows more than the light man."
For my craft,