Cousin, The Days Of Gods

These Are Not Easy Questions. Who Am I? Why Am I Here? They're Not Easy Because The Human Being Isn't Wired To Function As An Individual.

This Is The Other Secret That Real Artists Know And Wannabe Writers Don’t. When We Sit Down Each Day And Do Our Work, Power Concentrates Around Us. The Muse Takes Note Of Our Dedication. She Approves. We Have Earned Favor In Her Sight. When We Sit Down And Work, We Become Like A Magnetized Rod That Attracts Iron Filings. Ideas Come. Insights Accrete.

Do We Have To Stare Death In The Face To Make Us Stand Up And Confront Resistance?

As Artists And Professionals, It Is Our Obligation To Enact Our Own Internal Revolution, A Private Insurrection Inside Our Own Skulls. In This Uprising We Free Ourselves From The Tyranny Of Consumer Culture.

Someone Once Asked Somerset Maughham If He Wrote On A Schedule Or Only When Struck By Inspiration. "i Write Only When Inspiration Strikes," He Replied. "fortunately It Strikes Every Morning At Nine O'clock Sharp.