Chicago is quintessentially becoming. An endless winter followed by a spring that mostly keeps being winter helps make us who we are as a city. And cranky as you undoubtedly are, I bet you'll agree. We are a city that loves an impossible project.
Where's the creative fire for you? What do you do during fallow periods? When you have either given up, or are "blank"? What helps you trust your process? What kind of accompaniment has been most meaningful for you?
As it so happens I'm acquainted with the child. She's my eldest niece, Rebecca. This happened back when she was eight, as she painfully, reluctantly came to the conclusion that her Uncle Peter was crazy.