“With my small triumphs behind me, I’ve got to write more and work more so that my triumphs are erased and turned into regularity. Rest weakens.”
But in adopting this attitude work becomes impossible, rather than the natural outcome of playing diligently over the course of several weeks.
A distraction helps. Something forceful.
I am glad I don’t have a myth that I refer to whenever I find myself like this. Something like: “Don’t worry, self: I am the thoroughbred offspring of creativity and intelligence,” or, “When as a child my mother and I visited the White House on official business, I was not intimidated.” The kind of myth that a newspaper article or reality television show would cement into vacuity.
Looking back I have filled my life with nonsense and wastefulness, and things have worked out well so far.