Talking to Myself

What’s the Rush?

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I picked up The War of Art again. On page 7, Pressfield writes: Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It’s a repelling force. It’s negative.… Read More What’s the Rush?

Talking to Myself

Just Keep Swimming

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• Yesterday I wrote that I’m not going to count any more, and I’m not. I’m sick to death of everything being quantified: how many “friends” one has on that evil social media site that shan’t be named (but ironically contains the word “book”;… Read More Just Keep Swimming

Talking to Myself

Silly Rabbit

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I have 87 images in the 2017-08-01 folder in Lightroom, three photos uploaded to Flickr today, two to Instagram, and one to Poetic Anatomy. But from here on out, no more counting. — “How many pages have I produced?” Steven Pressfield asks rhetorically… Read More Silly Rabbit

Talking to Myself

To War

Taking the boys out for haircuts today gave me time to pull out the copy of The War of Art that I keep in my tote. I read only the introduction, but it tugged at me and reminded that I once wanted to dissect the book, writing about it to see what I could get… Read More To War