They don’t tell you about the crankiness.
But now, you hand him a rubber chicken.
And you get back to work.
The path is not a golden escalator to higher art. It is a rock-strewn, mud-slicked goat trail up a very cranky mountain. And the first thing you discover is that your inner artist is less a serene monk and more a toddler in a raincoat who refuses to leave the puddle. The Artist-s Way- A Spiritual Path to Higher Cr...