I quit my job today.
Rather, I quit a couple months ago, but today I decided to burn the bridge back - to quit for real. Re-entry into my field will be a pain in the ass. It's time to pursue my dreams for real.
Everything I do going forward: only things I love. Making something beautiful in my day job. Making something beautiful - art - in my off time.
Going over Beta Male right now. Last time I touched the draft was a year ago. A friend told me that she loved the fifth draft. Books exist to be read. It will come out, eventually. I always see things through to completion. The draft feels like it was written by a stranger. Who is this person who made this thing? I can feel the pain dripping off the pages. A stranger wrote this. I don't recognize him.
It's funny how different it reads compared to Christ's Inferno. Still working through the outline for that one.
All good art comes from pain.
What do I feel anymore?
Gratitude, mostly. A sense of detachment from most things. Love for the people I care about.
Once I get started, I can't be stopped.
people I admire
Bret Easton Ellis