Rabbit holes

I need to know things. Or, at least, that's what I tell myself when I hippity-hoppity down another rabbit hole. Okay. I swan dive. 

Hands together. Big jump.

Immersion.

I do this for a few reasons. 

1.  I was born this way. Maybe it's the ADHD. Maybe it's the Aquarian. Maybe it's the INFJ. But it's always me.

2.  I will always, ALWAYS, use information I found in another book, if I don't use it in the one I currently write.

3.  My grey matter insists on knowledge. I want to KNOW.

There are so many facts at our fingertips that it can be overwhelming. That's when I know I need to ease myself out of the hole, slowly, and back up like I'm tip-toeing through landmines. Because one more tiny piece of information, and I'm gone again.

It's incredibly easy to be snatched up. Can't even remember exactly what I looked up yesterday, but I'm reading it, while my hand covered my mouth, and my eyes were saucers. It's engrossing. 

And everything is related to everything.

And while that's a broad statement and arguably arguable...I stand by it.

That's the damn Internet bread crumbs I follow where one search begets another begets another and so on and so forth. I try to stop before I arrive at the edible candy house.

I looked up Modresnact for reasons. It's my Grandma Bell's birthday. I loved her completely. And it fit wonderfully into my story. It was about three rabbit holes in. 

Trust yourself, but also? Dig deep. You never know what may be hiding in the next rabbit hole over.

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