Absolutely Something: a book review of Steven Pressfield’s,”War of Art”.

 

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“If you count on safety and do not think of danger, if you do not know enough to be wary when enemies arrive, this is called a sparrow nesting on a tent, a fish swimming in a cauldron–you won’t last the day.”    —   Chuko Liang

 
The most surprising thing about this particular book review is how much potential it had to become a 5000-worder when you consider I didn’t even know the book existed until this calendar year.  That’s the definition of a voracious read.  Continue reading

Creators

“Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.”

Self-Reliance, R. W. Emerson

Mad Love

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I finally got it: the marked madness of being an obsessed writer—flopping my eyes upward at the ‘on and on and on’ but slitting them sharp at the ‘ahhhhh!’.  And between this: the mumbling; the searching for the goodness, sometimes even (hardly) the brilliance; the reading and the rereading and the editing; the scratching out, the checking off; but mostly the bareness and the skeletons of the intent for ‘Art’ art.  But no, mostly disappointment.  I scan, I huff and puff.  I write on.   Continue reading