I'm A Warrior When It Comes To

It's A Source Of Great Sadness To Me That My Father Died Without Having Seen Me Do Anything Worthwhile. He Was Constantly Having To Make Excuses For Me.

In All Fields Of Creativity You See The Result Of Work That Has Become Habit. Where The Creative Impulse Has Become Flaccid Or Has Died Out Altogether, And Yet Because It Is Our Work And Our Life We Continue To Do It.

I Depleted Myself To The Point Where I Had Nothing Left.

I Spend Many Months In Apparently Listless Rumination Out Of Which I Hope Something Will Emerge.

I Feel Less Often Compelled To Do The Work Than I Was In The Past.