"It seems to me that when a writer at last finds an outlet for his work -- has a channel into which he can pour himself -- it matters very little, from that time on, what he is going through, whether he is happy or sad, healthy or ill. Rather, he lives for his work, for others, to be poured out, to fulfill his reason for being." Journal Note, June 24, 1993
These words were penned the year I had my first book assignment and was simultaneously doing a screenplay called The Extras, while working full time. The two projects tested my time management skills to the limit, but the experience proved highly rewarding on several levels.
I would venture to say that most of us live at a lower level of accomplishment than we are capable of. Set high goals, and then take action. All the old cliches are true. Rome was not built in a day; the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. The cumulative efforts of small daily achievements can really add up. When you look back, it may even one day astound you.
1 comment:
Well said Ed. Thanks for the coining inspiration.
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