An injured survivor of the Hindenburg disaster has a smoke as he is carried from the crash site at Lakehurst, New Jersey. May 6, 1937.
It’s the thing that always happens 25% of the way through something long: I think the whole thing is stupid and I think I should quit and start over. That’s where I’m at. I hate this thing and I hate that I thought it was a good idea and I will never write anything good ever again.
This time, instead of starting over, I’m just going to work on something else for a little bit. What could go wrong?
Midday Crying Fits and Professionalism -
I’ve met this challenge with vigor. I’ve met it with midday crying fits and apartment-pacing. I’ve met it with suicide and lottery ticket fantasies. I am trying to get better at what I do, but the crevasse between trying and doing is one down which many lives have disappeared.
I never considered for a minute that I had talent,” he wrote in 1994. ”What I did have was divine inspiration and an open subconscious. — John Fahey, according to his NYT obit from 2001.
"Back in the day, Walter would, every once in a while, forget how to draw. Remember?" Louise said.
“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.” —
From an interview with Walt and Louise Simonson. (via twiststreet)
Wow. Well, there’s one game-changing thought technology.