The hardest part of my day is usually the moment when I sit down at the computer without a clue what I’m going to write, and write anyway. I show up. That is the secret to being a creative person. It isn’t the magical, intoxicating, “I’m constantly inspired,” life that you might imagine. Many times, I feel rather like someone who has swallowed a fishbone and gotten it stuck at an angle in my throat who has to stand up anyway in front of a crowd of 500 people to sing an opera. The second hardest part of my day is getting myself to the bench to knit. (Today, I managed to arrive sometime after noon, 2.5 hours later than I had intended. I enjoyed the Fed Ex man who stopped to visit with me briefly and asked me if the knit rope would turn into a bungee cord in the future. He said I could post an ad for volunteers.) After I get over my procrastination hurdle, the rest of the day starts chugging along nicely. It’s not that I don’t LOVE writing and making art. I do! It’s just that making art–like anything else worthwhile–takes a LOT of courage. It requires absolute honesty and conviction. Sometimes, I don’t want to take that plunge, I want to wallow in a warm bathtub–inhaling bergamot bath salts, sipping rose tea and think about doing brave things instead.