...she (the Artist, The Writer) Doesn't Wait

For What Can Be More Noble Than To Slay Oneself? Not Literally. Not With A Blade In The Guts. But To Extinguish The Selfish Self Within, That Part Which Looks Only To Its Own Preservation, To Save Its Own Skin. That, I Saw, Was The Victory You Spartans Had Gained Over Yourselves. That Was The Glue. It Was What You Had Learned And It Made Me Stay, To Learn It Too.

Its [resistance] Aim Is To Shove Us Away, Distract Us From Doing Our Work.

The Professional Dedicates Himself To Mastering Technique Not Because He Believes Technique Is A Substitute For Inspiration But Because He Wants To Be In Possession Of The Full Arsenal Of Skills When Inspiration Does Come. The Professional Is Sly. He Knows That By Toiling Beside The Front Door Of Technique, He Leaves Room For Genius To Enter By The Back.

Anything That Draws Attention To Ourselves Through Pain-free Or Artificial Means Is A Manifestation Of Resistance.

That’s Why An Artist Must Be A Warrior And, Like All Warriors, Artists Over Time Acquire Modesty And Humility. They May, Some Of Them, Conduct Themselves Flamboyantly In Public. But Alone With The Work They Are Chaste And Humble. They Know They Are Not The Source Of The Creations They Bring Into Being. They Only Facilitate. They Carry. They Are The Willing And Skilled Instruments Of The Gods And Goddesses They Serve.