Imagining those moments of fury. Of creational rage. The spontaneous combustion of a mind and paper, of brush and canvas, of fingers and keys. Coleridge and Kublai Khan. Johnny adding the mariachi to June's song. Freddie in Rhapsody. The Yin and Yang of Charlotte and Jane. The mysterious J and her words reshaping old stories. Michelangelo paying the bills with a brush, biding his time until he could get back to his true love in Carrara.

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