by Gayle Towell
But there is no “done” in writing. There is no “done” in art. There is no, “You did this correctly and it is right.”
Your work must lie there exposed, like some animal thing, unique but imperfect, pregnant with the hope of understanding. You cannot show anyone the mathematical proof of its validity.
Today’s tip: Embrace it. Then cry a little. Then obsess. Then embrace it again. And so on.