I have been feeling the burden of time lately. Parents of friends passing... A letter from my Mother about one of her younger cousins succumbing to disease. I was a quintessential hypochondriac coming out of the womb. When they cut the umbilical cord, I turned to the doctor and grasped at the collar of his scrubs pleadingly "How much time have I got?"
Perhaps I don't have in it me right this second to philosophize about the big D. Instead something a little more apprehendable.
The necessity of a deadline? How many of us out there have to have one in order to get anything beyond the conceptual or developmental phase of existence?
What are the obstacles that get in your way? What are the things that you have to do when you'd rather be creating something you find meaningful? I'm not looking for rapturous talk about how time spent with friends and family while not always is productive is still essential...I get that. I'm talking about the tedium or the obligation or the day to day rat race...What do you see as an obstacle you face on a daily or almost daily basis that stops or handicaps the production of your art?