One thing I’ve noticed with my writing and drawing is that *I* don’t seem to be controling my own hand, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. I mean, can sort of consciously influence what I produce (for example, *I* wanted to do Moose River Regular). The finer details of my artwork, however, are mostly driven by an invisible hand, whose intentions are something even I’m not exactly aware of.

For example, I didn’t realize Anne’s car was a coupe until just now.

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