Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity.
~~T.S. Eliot
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I really like this quote! Need to think on it awhile more.
Perhaps not what is preferred, but often what is.
T. S. Eliot is so, right on! My hands shake every time I start a new, artistic project no matter how big or small. My brain begins a dioramic spin every time I begin a new section of my novel, a short story or poem.
It is part of how we are made. Without creativity, the anxiety part would take over.
One of my favorite poets!
Difficult but pithy!
True….I think….it’s probably right….oh dear….I’ll go and write a book now.
Ha! I could write 2! After meds.