Dinnae tread on ma seeds

I've never really thought before about what I feel when people come into my house and walk right into my studio.
It occurs to me that it's like walking into the mind of a writer... and you can't do that, can you? With a writer you only get to see what they actually produce, and even then they get to choose whether or not to share with you.
My studio is not a art gallery, it's the inside of my mind. There's a whole lifetime of experience, hanging in the air. There are seeds, jostling for position. There are eggs, waiting to hatch.
I should be very careful about who I allow to come in here.