For the past month Franco and I have been holed up in Julian writing a book—working title, WHOSE MIND IS IT ANYWAY.
It’s no exaggeration to say we are somewhat over the moon about this.
This is it for me.
But it’s still challenging right? Not just stringing 176 pages together to be printed for all time, or whatever your deal is.
But wrestling with the creative spark. Knowing when to wait. When to push. And when to drive to California’s largest lake/toxic waste dump that is the Salton Sea because you’ve hit a wall (Sunday’s road trip.)
What better time to read Steven Pressfield’s, THE WAR OF ART.
A warm, funny and wise kick in the pants for whatever stage of the creative process you’re in.
The best book I’ve come across on how to overcome creative blocks.
(He doesn’t go into dead fish.)
Here’s a favorite passage of mine (there are so many others!)
And offers generous solutions for beating it.
I made a “thank you, Steven,” card.
I was going to go into detail about what furniture we moved where, but instead, here are some pics of our month stay in the mountains.
Until next week,
Where to start … all the roads into town were amazing. And all were different. This is one:
And another …
The view from our beloved deck (Here’s the link to the house we rented, in case you fancy a trip yourself.)
The Anza Borrego Desert was a 30–minute drive away.
The Salton Sea is fascinating. If you’re interested in the California water wars and/or ecology and the human condition (think Dr Seuss’s, THE LORAX) check it out.
Those are dead fish. And the wee shells that look like sand are ground up bones of millions of dead fish.
Here are some horses that wandered past every Sunday.
They spent the day flapping about the car, trying to get in.
This is a self portrait Franco took to help him practice perspective drawing.
(Sexy legs, Love.)
Action shot of desk.