Sublime

“Of course. You never know when she’ll [the muse] come again. I’m responsible to her.”

inures

James Hillman

blithe

Does this sustain me or exhaust me?

My genius, for what he is worth, does not work on human time and he certainly doesn’t arrange his schedule around my convenience. Sometimes I suspect that my genius might be moonlighting on the side as somebody else’s genius—maybe even working for a bunch of different artists, like some kind of freelance creative contractor.

Four years after it first appeared, Woolf reprinted “On Being Ill”

for your physical and mental state.

But I wish someone had been able to convince Lee to keep writing for the entirety of her life, and to keep publishing all along. It would have been a gift to the world. And it would have been a gift to her, as well—to have been able to remain a writer, and to have enjoyed the pleasures and satisfactions of that work for herself (because in the end,