“The sun goes down and my mind seems to come to life. Sometimes for the better when I’m filled with artistic inspiration and can paint until dawn. And other times, I’ll construct scenarios and anxieties that are pure foolishness. I’ve taken up brooding of late, usually whilst raiding the kitchens or the liquor cabinet. The Brontes would be very proud.” She paused. “About the brooding and the drinking, not the snacking.”
