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.