Great post. Demonstrates a lot behind the research I do, to discover one true fact to accurately depict the rest, and then boiling it all down.

Writers are literary apothecaries. We scour books of all types, and extract strange components, only to shelve them in our mental storehouse for use later. We pull from those dusty shelves various ingredients to suit our nefarious purposes. Even the word, “apothecary,” derives from Greek and means a repository or storehouse.
It’s from this growing collection of ingredients we begin experimentation. A newt eye here and a butterfly wing there. We take the parts and pieces that intrigue us, and stuff those into our mental crafting satchels as we chuckle under our breath.
Then, often in the dimly lit confines of our secret lairs (writing nooks), we start combining those ingredients. We grind, and slice, and extract the juices, combining them into a strange smelling slurry. Then we apply open flame.
Sometimes there is a puff of acrid smoke and we are blinded for days. But every now…
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Thanks for sharing this! Happy reading.
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