Creativity rages in me.
If I don’t have some project to OCD all my supposed talents over then there’s trouble.
So, self-preservation is often deployed.
Yesterday, it deployed itself into cutting out crows. Yes, little paper crows littered my lap by the end of the day.
Just call me raven lunatic.
Post-note: True story. That last line just sort of happened. Never deny a good pun, my mother always says.