Dispatches from Banff: 2

Sometimes, I feel like the proverbial mad scientist, locked up in my room, tinkering, scheming, building, making, cackling. I throw my thoughts up on my walls. I stare at them. I pace. I stare more. I write more. Then I go to lunch. And meet strangers. And talk. And sometimes, I bring them back. And we stare at the walls together, scheming, bouncing, building ideas together. And then they go and I stay and I build. And I build and I build and I build.