A PROFESSIONAL SEEKS ORDER
W
hen I lived in the back of my Chevy van, I had to dig
my typewriter out from beneath layers of tire tools,
dirty laundry, and moldering paperbacks. My truck was a
nest, a hive, a hellhole on wheels whose sleeping surface I had
to clear each night just to carve out a foxhole to snooze in.
The professional cannot live like that. He is on a mission.
He will not tolerate disorder. He eliminates chaos from his
world in order to banish it from his mind. He wants the
carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may
enter and not soil her gown.STEVEN PRESSFIELD 77