There is only work. That’s it. There’s no inspiration or artistic block. The only thing that exists is in the space between those two ideas. Work work work. Show up in the morning, work ’til lunch, eat a little lunch, work ’til dinner, eat something, take a walk, and maybe work some more. Maybe not. If you work hard, you’ll make something, and that is enough; that is empirically good in and of itself. I don’t believe in success or failure because those are both notions of the future and the past. All we have is today, and today is a good day to do some work.