Way down deep in my artist’s soul resides an engineer.
He’s a tiny, steampunk fellow who gushes over process and drools over
creative how-to. He gorges himself on artist bios, composer sketches, and author
memoirs.
I don’t have much communication with the little guy, but on travel days,
like yesterday, he usually pops up for a spell. So, I fed him some Dvořák and a
little Tchaikovsky and sent him on his way.
Bottom line: Feed the weirdness in your soul, and it will one day feed
you.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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