I’m more than a being that sees and hears and tastes. I’m also one who thinks and feels and dreams.
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You won’t feel your worth as a person and an artist until you give yourself that trophy.
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All your craft is useless unless you believe your life experiences are valuable.
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Accepting doesn’t mean complacency or stasis. Quite the opposite.
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I suffer when I fear my own aesthetic not enough.
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The blank page is a great teacher. Every day it reminds me what freedom actually looks like and feels like.
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Pull your attention from anything and it fades; put your attention on something else and it grows.
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I often feel that I lose track of myself when I write, but it’s maybe more accurate to say I connect to my truest self.
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My workroom is nearly as quiet as my bedroom at midnight. I love this quiet, however.
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If you’re an artist, you’re in the business of inventing realities.
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My worst addiction hasn’t been drugs or alcohol, but the future.
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Once you’ve written with any regularity and enjoyed it, once you’ve experienced the mysterious bliss of falling down the creative rabbit hole, there’s no going back to a life without it.
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You can’t really fake it. You can try. You can tell yourself you’re interested in a certain kind of story because that’s what’s selling, that’s what women between the ages of 35 and 55 are reading now.
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The question, then, is not what you will experience, but the story you will tell yourself about those experiences.
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I collect stories of artists who’ve been told by industry professionals that their novel, or their play, or their song just isn’t what people are looking for.
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When you’re feeling as if all this writing is for nothing, when it seems like everything sent out to the world disappears like smoke in an empty forest, go back to the source.
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There are plenty of times when I’m writing a song or story where I feel stuck with the thing. I have half of it, but I can’t find the rest, as if I’ve followed my GPS to a dark dead-end. At some point, however, I breakthrough and I see the other side.
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A year ago, our cat Birdie, while keeping us company in the bathroom as we completed our evening ablutions, noticed a single silver fish slithering along the grout between the floor tiles by the bathtub.
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I’ve known no better company than myself when I’m at peace.
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Shoes and stories and acting styles are all aesthetics of one sort or another. Word choices too.
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