The wheel spins. Clay wobbles. I’m sweating like this is life or death, which apparently, it is.

Otis sits on the workbench, tail flicking, eyes half-closed, the posture of a creature who’s seen too much bad art.

“Know your clay. You can’t make porcelain out of excuses. Work your dirt.”

I press down. It squirms sideways.

“Wedge your ego. You didn’t beat the air out. I can smell your pride bubbling.”

I start again, pounding the lump. It flops.

“Center it,” he says. “The clay, I mean. Though honestly, both of you could use work.”

The wheel hums. I find a rhythm. For a moment, it feels right. Then the walls buckle.

“Pressure,” Otis sighs. “Too much control, it dies. Too little, it droops. Try caring without clinging.”

He hops onto the table, watching the wet mess spin. “Trim the excess,” he says, swiping a paw at the rim. “Your art and your life, both talk too much.”

I set the pot aside.

“Now leave it alone,” he says. “Let it dry. Clay needs stillness. So do you.”

Later, when I open the kiln, the pot’s warped and cracked. I groan.

Otis peers in. “Good,” he says. “Fire tells the truth. That’s the part you can’t fake.”

He studies the fractures, then knocks the pot to the floor.

“Perfect,” he purrs. “The kiln keeps the final edit.”

He yawns, tail curling. “Last thing…”

I wait.

“Don’t sweep it up yet. Inspiration hides in the shards.”

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