Time is the clarity for seeing right and wrong.
All writers have roots they draw from - travel, work, family. My roots are in science and it is fertile ground for fiction.
What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?
Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.
I still will sit down at the piano and play when I am wrestling with something emotionally or just want to move into the musical world.
In this world, artists are joyous. Unpredictability is the life of their paintings, their music, their novels. They delight in events not forecasted, happenings without explanation, retrospective.