I read a little from an old book last night. The Age of Fable.

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That, and reading Promethea have got me thinking about the power of a story. I actually wrote a page of a story one evening this week. I've been scared to look at it. I know it's nothing great, but it's definately something, and I'm worried about ruining it.

I think I'll read a little more Promethea and then scribble some more in my creative tome...