From nowhere north winds may howl. Waves may rise with such fury that they may come to threaten the artist’s craft. There will be crisis
After 10 years of meditation, I’ve concluded it’s not an act of self care. It’s an act of colossal self indulgence.
Perhaps things that are meaning-less can be made meaning-full by stepping away from them?
“If you enjoy Having Done so much, why do you have a hard drive full of hundreds of thousands of words of shit you haven’t finished?”
The biggest problem a creative person faces is that between ‘The Dream’ and ‘The Having Done’ is ‘The Doing’.