“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 “Absolutely Something: a book review of Steven Pressfield’s,”War of Art”.”
The Chicago Blackhawks are now rightfully the villains.
Continue reading “Go Sports!”
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 “Mad Love”