He Who Whets His Steel, Whets His

The Amateur Has A Long List Of Fears. Near The Top Are Two: Solitude And Silence. The Amateur Fears Solitude And Silence Because She Needs To Avoid, At All Costs, The Voice Inside Her Head That Would Point Her Toward Her Calling And Her Destiny. So She Seeks Distraction. The Amateur Prizes Shallowness And Shuns Depth. The Culture Of Twitter And Facebook Is Paradise For The Amateur.

The Artist Must Be Like That Marine. He Has To Know How To Be Miserable. He Has To Love Being Miserable. He Has To Take Pride In Being More Miserable Than Any Soldier Or Swabbie Or Jet Jockey. Because This Is War, Baby. And War Is Hell.

Is There A Spiritual Element To Creativity? Hell, Yes. Our Mightiest Ally (our Indispensable Ally) Is Belief In Something We Cannot See, Hear, Touch, Taste, Or Feel.

A Child Has No Trouble Believing The Unbelievable, Nor Does The Genius Or The Madman. It’s Only You And I, With Our Big Brains And Our Tiny Hearts, Who Doubt And Overthink And Hesitate.

Every Artist Has To Face His Own Demons And Evolve His Own Method Of Working.