Started working on a new chapter today. So glad not to be writing about death anymore. I actually felt myself smiling as I wrote.
After school, kids played in the school playground with a million others -- it was absolute chaos (though they were happy enough). Something necessary about quiet and stillness for the creative mind, otherwise we are merely surviving, watching our backs...waiting for our children to fall and bloody themselves. Maybe we cannot work creatively in an atmosphere of fear. Considering what's going on in the world these days, it's a wonder anyone can make art. We are so lucky to have this privilege.
Love this thought.
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