Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.
I hang my laundry on the line when I write.
Back then, I didn't have a big organization around me. I was just a kid with a guitar, traveling around. My responsibility basically was to the art, and I had extra time on my hands. There is no extra time now. There isn't enough time.
I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.
My goal as a writer is more to comfort than to disturb.
Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?