You aren't doing it wrong

You cannot possibly do it wrong

I can’t seem to find my groove today.

I’ve written and re-written the title of today’s letter a dozen times already, and it’s just not flowing.

I feel like I’m doing it wrong.

Stella’s expression pretty much captures my mood today

That. That feeling. That inner voice that’s convinced there is somehow a “right” way to be creative, and that right way involves things like morning pages, or having a room of one’s own, or making time for your practice every single day, or myriad other bits of advice that, at best, work for some people some of the time and yet have made their way into the creative self-help cannon as Things You Must Do If You Want To Be A Serious Artist (what the heck is a serious artist, anyway?).

Fuck that advice.

You are not doing it wrong.

You cannot possibly do it wrong.

You are showing up and giving it your best in a society that makes it very, very hard to maintain a creative practice.

There is no wrong way to keep showing up. Just keep showing up.

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