"It's different for everyone, man. You can't force it. It has to be a part of you, something only you can make, something that's a perfect storm of external factors and internal thoughts and inspiration." The fire is still being lit, sure, but Tom is already waving his hands as he explains, wiggling fingers to help get his thoughts out and in order in a somewhat coherent fashion.
Somewhat.
He glances over, grinning wide and brilliant.
"Start with what you like. What makes you feel, what makes you get up in the morning. Like here--now--your emotions." The smile fades slowly, observing the other.
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Somewhat.
He glances over, grinning wide and brilliant.
"Start with what you like. What makes you feel, what makes you get up in the morning. Like here--now--your emotions." The smile fades slowly, observing the other.
"You must be very lonely."