Dearest Muse, I could do with a little bit of help. Seriously. I am working my little tush off, but I need you to show up today. I promise I'll be nice. But every time I try to paint the head on this painting, it just comes out wrong somehow. The neck gets too short or too long. The head is too big or in the wrong place. I can't get that damned … [Read more...] about A plea to the Muse. And Barbies.
Lately, I've been having the same conversation again and again. For some reason, some people who know me think that I'm special. That I have some kind of superpower, or luxury, or something, that has made it possible for me to live my life on my own terms. That somehow, the Specialness Fairies have decided to bless me with all sorts of talent … [Read more...] about There Are No Specialness Fairies (or “Why you can live the life you want”)