May 15, 2012

Communication Arts Online



“I brood. I pace. I sequester myself. I know I should take a break, go for a walk or work on something else to free up my mind, but I never do. I grit my teeth, furrow my brow and hunker down. It somehow helps me to be in this kind of existential angst and despair, wondering if I will ever come up with another good idea again in my life. Somehow, this weeping and gnashing-of-teeth and breaking down of my ego frees me up to create.”


Link to article: [CommArts Insights]