If you ask me, nine o’clock on a Saturday morning is not the time to ring a doorbell to scrounge for empty bottles and cans. As a matter of fact, I’d have to say that there is no good time to ring a doorbell and ask for empty bottles and cans, but maybe that’s just… Read More Circling Around
•••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?
•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• Hmmmm. Starting points. That’s rather interesting, isn’t it? But where am I in The War of Art? Well, apparently, I’m at a starting point. Funny how things work out. OK, here’s how I got to Starting Points this evening: I took a look… Read More Begin, Commence, Go Ahead, Get Going, Establish, and Activate
•••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
•••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
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