I'm a twenty-something who lives in a constant state of creative chaos. It's a curse that was handed down to me from my mother, who received it from her mother, who received it from her mother. It's a cycle that we know has spanned at least five generations. It's a cycle that makes me constantly start new projects and occassionally lets me finish a few, but not all, of those projects. It is also a cycle that drives me toward creative perfection and leads to me always being a complete mess.