It's a great excuse and luxury having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you don't have to work you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own.
Anyone who said he wasn't afraid during the civil rights movement was either a liar or without imagination. I was scared all the time. My hands didn't shake but inside I was shaking.
