#29: You do not have to be good

Week 11/12 of the Artist's Way

This week has eaten me alive like a beautiful woman on a warm summer night. Like a snake lurking in the shadows and gobbling up a gerbil. Like a tornado ripping my home: unlucky and ruthless.

I started it with last week’s divine power , and yet end it feeling like a spineless sack of bones. I did one of the Artist’s Way last exercises: Reading my mornin…