There’s a draft post saved about how, when one sits down to throw words or marks at a page, the inspiration arrives, one gets into the flow, and the result is art. But I’m scared to press “publish”. The inspiration arrived today, yes. What if the inspiration doesn’t arrive tomorrow?

This wanting to be an artist is so dang hard. Why do I put myself through it? Why can’t I be satisfied with working all day and watching TV with my family all night? Why do I have to engage in art making? And why am I so hung up on making good art?

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