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Not Another Post About “The Artist’s Way”
My creativity wakes up in the middle of the night
I recently read a post by Chrissy Hennessey in her newsletter So Relatable about the book The Artists Way. I’ve heard about writing “morning pages” for years but never paid attention to where the idea originally came from. Turns out it was this book.
I’ve always been a morning writer, but I’ve been inconsistent at times. Distraction has a way of seeping into little cracks of life, freezing, thawing, and expanding the cracks. Before you know it, your pieces are crumbled like a dilapidated highway and weeds are coming up everywhere.
The Artist’s Way feels like a book I should probably read but likely won’t, the kind that seems like it would be inspiring and beneficial but I suck at following through on things like that. I got most of the way through Rick Rubin’s book, The Creative Act: A Way of Being, and didn’t finish it, because, see above. I loved the book and found it inspiring as hell, but after a while, I got the point and didn’t need more. In a world constantly screaming for my attention, I don’t have the patience to stick with a program.
I do, however, love that so many people have taken parts of books like this and extracted them for me. I’m terrible at remembering details, but I’m awesome at remembering…
