Phew... and what an April it is. Don't get me wrong; things are nowhere near as bad as they were in January-February, but that's not to say they're fabulous. Far from it, indeed. My mind is ever-fuzzy, and the anxiety comes in waves; none of this being helped by my ongoing task of the week. A lot of my everyday life consists of emails and communications, but at the moment I'm trudging my way thru a complete proofread of an 88,OOO-word manuscript. The thing about such extensive proofreading is that I end up temporarily going what I often call "text-blind"... words themselves cease to have proper meaning, chunks of text just go blurry in my mind, and I get fed up of "words". The worst part of this? I've lost most of what I like to call my creativity. Proofreading really crushes the creative spirit. I know it won't last forever, and I know [and am content, indeed] that my own literary or poetic talents are modest ones: but two things can be noted clearly from all this over-charging of my mind:  How much I dislike the 'fussy' element of editing and the like. Perhaps because of a certain finicky nature, I find such things stifling. I'm content to avoid such things, if possible.  How important creativity is for me. I do believe it makes all the difference between a healthy mind, which focuses on the good, and an unhealthy mind, which obsesses and gives myself a hard time from dawn 'til bedtime [and that's assuming I sleep]. I'm assuming point  is pretty much universal... particularly for anyone with a sensitive mind and soul. But I have to say, for all the tribulations that my own mind brings me, interacting with kindred creative people is worth its weight in gold. So anyway; be creative, mes amis... and remain so, just as much as you wish. 'MISTER PROOFREADER' Drowning in red ink. Rubbing my weary, red eyes. And red mist rising. Words clog up my mind; Literate suffocation. Time to get fresh air. But I love stories; Keep me clear of minutiae And all will be well.