Snippets I've heard lately:
"You ain't got swagger in that wrinkly shirt, man."
Man to his buddy on the subway.
"Don't try to do it for ten minutes. Go for one minute or even one second. One second is better than no seconds." Teacher to student. Does it matter what the teacher is teaching for this advice to apply?
I'm breaking up the image in my head that I need solitude, silence, and space to work on my writing and drawing. When I really look at my day, look at it as closely as I look at a flower when I draw it or as closely as a memory when I use it in a story, I see spaces in my day ... spaces with enough room for a piece of paper and pencil.
"Where did you get your shirt?" This comment was directed at me. I wore my t-shirt with the name of my neighborhood sprawled across it while drawing a tree yesterday morning. A woman walking by noticed my shirt and asked me about it.
"I got it at the bike shop," I said.
"You go there? To the bike shop? I've lived here forever and I've never been in that shop. You really go there?
"I bought this shirt there, so yeah, I guess I go there."
"Right," she said, "I've never been inside that place. The bike shop, huh? That's the only place that sells those shirts?"
"Or that really cute coffee shop on the corner."
"Oh good!" she said, "They have a knitting group there."
I don't knit or bike much, but I got swagger in my shirt, even if it's only for one second at a time.
A series of unfinished drawings is better than no series of finished drawings.