In the exact opposite way that the dwarves of Middle Earth awoke something from the deep, driven by their greed for mithril, in these past 48 hours, I have found something deep within that has allowed me to work late in to the night promoting my art. I actually can’t say what it is at all, or that I’ve even found it. Maybe it would be best to simply say that when I needed the grace to continue, it was there. It never failed.