For some strange reason, everything is just fine. I’m even having a good time. All at once, it seems, I stopped worrying about everything under the sun and got all excited about seeing whatever comes out of me next. Maybe if everybody knew how old I was, that would be a more impressive statement—you can figure it out if you like, and I don’t care. The point is, this is a perfect stance for an artist, and behold, it just fell out of the sky!
Stuff just does fall right out of the sky.
I’ve never been able to let go completely that way before. True, I always basically did what I wanted, but I continually worried about what other people would think and whether it would make any money. The questions are natural enough. It’s just a matter of weight and emphasis and what makes you light up. Whether you’re allowed to be driven by passion or not. You can get way off the track figuring out what’s wrong with other people or your situation: “What the hell is that? People pay for this? I hate his guts!”
That’s the way I was trained, and it sucks. Being the one people said that about is probably lots more fun.