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  “Writing is the only profession where you get paid for your insanity.” A writer once said. And I laughed out loud. Just think about it: If you went around telling people about a sport played on flying broomsticks at a magic boarding school that can only be accessed by running straight into a brick wall at a train station — they’d probably refer you to a psychologist. Not revere you like the world reveres J.K. Rowling. If you stood on a bus stop and spoke about two male dwarves on a mission to destroy a piece of jewelry - aided by long-haired elves, muscle-bound warriors, and a wise wizard daddy - people would assume you just left a queer fantasy fest, not that you wrote The Lord of the Rings. I deeply admire the kind of writers who can create entire universes out of nothing — worlds that defy logic, yet somehow make us feel something incredibly real. I’ll admit: I don’t feel the same reverence toward career guides, technical books, or even self-help bestsellers. (Maybe that's why...