It cuts down more aspiring artists than anything else. It is what Steven Pressfield in his book The War of Art calls “Resistance.” “Excuses” and “self-doubt” don’t seem to adequately describe it’s evolving power. How does an artist overcome this destructive debilitation? (more…)
I used to think I had a terrible choice to make: dreams or security. Head in the clouds or blistered feet in the salt mines. My industry (healthcare) is exponentially growing with the aging baby boomer generation. Writing (my does not exactly call to mind the same sort of guaranteed windfall. Did someone tell me that I needed to make a choice between a secure paycheck in an industry I like and going after what I feel is my calling? I have found 2 angels at my aid. (more…)
It felt like being burned alive. My first bad DXM trip. For the first time in my adolescent life, I knew I had gone somewhere where my parents, rock solid and deeply resented by me, could not save me.
I was alone with something awful. (more…)