Thirty minutes before anyone else is up
Not because mornings are magic. Because nobody is asking you for anything yet.
Leave more behind than you consumed.
Make things, and finish them. Create is rooted in craft, patience, taste, repetition, and the willingness to be bad at something in public.
Most of making is maintenance: sharpening, sweeping, re-reading, starting the draft again. The interesting part is short and arrives late. People who make things regularly are not more inspired, they are more scheduled.
Finishing matters more than the idea. An unfinished thing teaches you almost nothing.
What have you been planning long enough that you could have finished it twice?
Not because mornings are magic. Because nobody is asking you for anything yet.
Four years old, still in the kitchen, still the thing I am proudest of.
Six months later it is a body of work.
By the eighth you stop reading the recipe.
Buy it, break it, then buy the good one.
Nobody noticed the flaw I could not stop seeing.
An audience of one raises the standard.
No new projects. Only closing open ones.
No practice stands alone. Each one keeps handing you off to another.
Finish the smallest thing you own.
Pick the project nearest to done, give it two hours, and call it complete even if it is not perfect. Then put it where someone else can see it.
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