I was angry, like really pissed off. The Scorpio in me bared its stinger high and large — I became resentful and decided that I would give up writing all together. “If I can’t write the truth,” I seethed, “I won’t fucking write at all!”
To have a more creative life, do you need to quit your job and backpack all of Southeast Asia to find your inspiration? Mmm… no (and I tried that, by the way). Here’s what “creative living” actually involves.