I’m so happy for you. Almost all the people I either taught or learned from (where writing is concerned), fell out of the creative stream altogether. If it wasn’t for the artists collective here in NYC, I think I’d be making “art” that cosmetically represented art - which to me is a sin of a greater nature. I’m sure you’d disagree since you make the claim that all art is derivative. Reading, for me, is an important personal pilgrimage. I can’t see the words appear before me like a calligrapher, if I haven’t visited a grotto of narration, or two, in some time.