I spent this morning writing about a thousand words for nothing and nobody. That’s a lie — I spent this morning writing a thousand words for me. For a project that is only a dream right now and that may never come to exist. For a project that may please nobody else. But the thought of it pleased me, and so I gave it half a day.
On owning the work
On owning the work
On owning the work
I spent this morning writing about a thousand words for nothing and nobody. That’s a lie — I spent this morning writing a thousand words for me. For a project that is only a dream right now and that may never come to exist. For a project that may please nobody else. But the thought of it pleased me, and so I gave it half a day.