I was going to write a pretentious thing . . .
August 1st, 2012
. . . about how you’re writing the book of your life. How this day is another paragraph, this month is another chapter, blah blah blah.
But you know this, right? It beats in on your consciousness, anytime you’re not burying your head in the sand?
This is it. This is your life.
You know this. You know that whatever you’re going to create needs to happen, happen, happen, happen — and it needs to be now.
Enough with the whatever-else-ing. Make your art. Make your contribution.
Life is short.