Slipping back into the mess of the anxious worry about exams. The few quiet days after the New Year felt pretty good. I'm looking forward to getting back to the mindset once the exams are behind.

As the saying goes, it's not how many years in your life that matters but how much life in your years. This week has been particularly enlightening, mostly thanks to the select materials the good people of Hubski have posted. From "Ask Polly" to Sarah Silverman being the kindest soul, there have been many things to learn from this week alone. Few weeks are as bright for me.

I can't seem to find my place anywhere. I wouldn't even know what I'm looking for to begin with. I enjoy serious discussions that delve in-depth, rather than the shallow talks about who's more right that seem so prevalent around.

(I also realize now that I haven't had a personal conversation with anyone for about a year)

Rosa... Figuring out a fictional world and a story for fictional personalities is a long, dark process. It's walking in a thick fog without a clue for why you're there, let alone where you're going.

Meanwhile, I found a solution for another story that I wanted to tell for years now. Suddenly, I know what I want to write. It's a good story, though I doubt many people would be interested in it as much as I am. I'm going to publish it, but it's going to my personal website for free rather than into books for cash.

Writers of Hubski: I'm having trouble with the concept of receiving money for my art. Putting a price tag on a story of mine seems very impersonal and therefore deeply uncomfortable. If I could afford it, I'd rather just give all of my works away for free — but I wouldn't be able to, for the time I am to spend upon them. What do?