So a writer friend of mine was asking me about decapitation the other day. As a taxidermist that's not really that unusual of a subject for me. She had a character that needed to decapitate someone. I've removed the heads from quite a few critters* in my day, so I was happy to explain it to her.
Then I realized we were standing in a room of people, the majority of whom didn't know me or that I was a taxidermist and not some ax killer (side note: while you can remove a head with an ax, I prefer surgical scalpels). Not wanting to be a total coward I just lowered my voice a little bit and kept going, but I can only imagine what we would have sounded like to some random stranger.
I get the same feeling when I'm checking out books at the library when I'm researching mental illness and insane asylums.
I just hope our muses appreciate the socially embarrassing sacrifices we make for them.
* Just for the record, no, I have never cut off a human head. Wanted to a couple times, but...
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