What you don’t expect is to wake up at 5:47 AM on a Tuesday, fuming at a blank page because your “Morning Pages” have devolved into a three-page rant about the neighbor’s barking dog and the existential dread of mismatched socks.
But now, you hand him a rubber chicken.
They don’t tell you about the crankiness. The Artist-s Way- A Spiritual Path to Higher Cr...
And you get back to work.
You stop asking “Is this good?” and start asking “Is this alive?” What you don’t expect is to wake up
The path is not a golden escalator to higher art. It is a rock-strewn, mud-slicked goat trail up a very cranky mountain. And the first thing you discover is that your inner artist is less a serene monk and more a toddler in a raincoat who refuses to leave the puddle. And you get back to work