‘Start the next one today’

I remember rolling the last page out and adding it to the stack that was the finished manuscript. Nobody knew I was done. Nobody cared. But I knew. I felt like a dragon I’d been fighting all my life had just dropped dead at my feet and gasped out its last sulfuric breath.   Rest in peace, motherfucker.   Next morning I went over to Paul’s for coffee and told him I had finished. “Good for you,” he said without looking up. “Start the next one today.

Steven Pressfield, The War of Art

You may also like:

Advertisements

Published by

wells baum aka bombtune

A daily blogger who connects the dots between beats, culture, and technology.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.