I spent this week on the road in the typical whirlwind of updating a guidebook. As I drove home, I reached a fork in the road, a decision point. And I took it.
The Writing Life
Essays and observations on what it's like to live the writing life.
Dealing with masses of files and papers? Coping with clutter means millions of micro-decisions. It’s that accumulata of life that gets in the way of living.
There is a Zen-like quality to the time spent waiting for your mechanic to work on your car. If it’s a few hours, it’s an ideal time to nourish creativity.
Others made “better” art than me, art that glowed with realism. I felt defeated. If I couldn’t make the art in my head come out on the canvas, what was the point?
On the Big O Hike, I can unplug. No computer tether for ten days, no cell phone til afternoons, awakening before dawn every morning to enjoy the zen of walking.
An excerpt from a writing exercise, “First Impressions,” at the Lama Institute, Taos.