WORKAHOLISM IS A BLOCK, NOT A BUILDING

BLOCK.

DROUGHT

In any creative life there are dry seasons. These droughts
appear from nowhere and stretch to the horizon like a Death
Valley vista. Life loses its sweetness; our work feels
mechanical, empty, forced. We feel we have nothing to say,
and we are tempted to say nothing. These are the times
when the morning pages are most difficult and most
valuable.

The life    which   is  not examined    is  not worth   living.

PLATO

Sell    your    cleverness  and buy bewilderment.

JALAL   UD-DIN  RUMI

During a drought, the mere act of showing up on the
page, like the act of walking through a trackless desert,
requires one footfall after another to no apparent point.
Doubts sidle up to us like sidewinders. “What’s the use?”