As each piece requires days upon days of laborious attention and care to ensure a flawless reproduction, I often become consumed with my art. My wife left me after my kids died of neglect, and I must now write my masterpieces in a dank bunker hidden somewhere beneath the city to avoid detection by the police (who are probably just jealous of my amazing talent). I am rather like a modern day Mozart - a prodigy, if you will - and I believe my work will only be fully appreciated after my death. Anyway, I must return to my writings. Good day.