Roughly twenty times a year, I try to quit being a writer. Sometimes I quit for a few hours. Other times, when I am feeling especially morose and inept, I quit for an entire day. I’m not sure whether the Thing requesting my resignation letter is a force inside or outside myself, but I am certain it can hijack any artist’s creative journey, no matter how skilled or experienced she is.
Let me repeat that: Any artist. No matter how skilled or experienced.
So let’s talk about it. Let’s also name that force “Resistance,” just as Steven Pressfield does in his beautiful, inspiring book The War of Art.
With little to no warning, Resistance enters ...