The Muse Has a Face: Musing and Musing and the Muse
When I started this blog, I told myself not to write for the post. I swore I wouldn’t. Writing for the post and writing for the schedule isn’t what I imagine my work to be. But it’s part of it. It must be done. That’s what I’m telling myself. Arguing.
It’s an argument for habit more than an argument for art.
I’m writing because I told myself I would, and it’s the only way to find out what’s in here—to locate the art.
We Must Create: And Say It Again To Each Other Again
There are still tears in my eyes—tears of laughter. I just got off the phone with one of my Creative Fellows, a filmmaker from Los Angeles. His wife had already given him the *Greatest Advice of All Time, but he was calling his creative friends to vent anyway. Sometimes we need each other, us creatives. We need to say the same thing five thousand four hundred and fifty-nine times—to know it well enough for it to become something else. The dream is that it will expand—it will become the dream currently shadowed by fears, doubts, or stresses of whatever variety. I vented some, too.
Brother. We talked like brothers—fought over …