The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of is… - Steven Pressfield

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell whether he knows it or not.

The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable.

You have never tasted freedom friend, or you would know it is purchased not with gold, but steel.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny.

"Someone once asked Somerset Maugham if he wrote on a schedule or only when struck by inspiration. “I write only when inspiration strikes,” he replied. “Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o’clock sharp."
That's a pro.