Elizabeth continues to ponder creativity and her love/hate relationship with it.
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
I hesitate to affiliate with any group, but somehow, Jews keep finding and charming me, probably because I'm one of them.
I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
Rachel wants you to be free. Even if it's scary.
I've long bought into the idea of artists inspired by pain. But this myth is both dangerous and inaccurate. Honest, authentic creation must stem from a peaceful mind.
That was my life now. Blank. I was diving into the scary unknown and for the first time in my life I was not going to have a say on my future. So I deflated my ego down to 6 words.
From uncomfortable gatherings to the occasional harmful soul, few of my networking attempts go unpunished.
Sometimes, it seems like there's no before or after.
