Not a lot new in the last two days. Just working. Hung out with some writer friends and ate apple cobbler. No complaints.
Been thinking a lot about a quote a friend of mine posted online.
“If there is no struggle there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom and yet deprecate agitation are men who want crops without plowing up the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, and it may be both moral and physical, but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will. Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have found out the exact measure of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them, and these will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.” —-Frederick Douglass
And I think there is a lot of truth in that, but also, it made me think about creating art. As an artist, I find the internal struggle similar. To keep learning and growing, you need to be willing to leave the familiar, to create things you don’t desire and which are out of your comfort zone, you need to avoid the the trap of repeating what you’re bored of simply because it is marketable. The limits of your craft are prescribed by the the endurance of the desire to cling to the familiar.
Anyhow. In my head a bit. Good times.
Oh, and don’t forget I have a PATREON site!
. We made a batch of vegan cheese, some muffins. 
