magic_shoes

my magic shoes

Steven Pressfield opens his book “The War of Art” with detailed description of his morning routine: “I get up, take a shower, have breakfast. I read the paper, brush my teeth. If I have phone calls to make, I make them. I’ve got my coffee now. I put on my lucky work boots and stitch up the lucky laces that my niece Meredith gave me. I head back to my office, crank up the computer”…

My magic shoes, just like Andersen’s red shoes, or Presfield’s lucky boots, make me dance. My magic shoes come from my magic girl. She grew out of them and now it is my turn to grow.

I love them because they are heavy and rough, they give me a strong sense of grounding and balance. I wear them every morning as I step into my open studio. Together with my September 11th T-shirt covered in paint, “United We Stand”, just like the printing on the back of the shirt promises. They are my armor and sword in the battle against skepticism, procrastination and self doubt.

There’s a secret that real writers know that wannabe writers don’t, and the secret is this: It’s not the writing part that’s hard. What’s hard is sitting down to write.”

Same as in all art forms.