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Personal Triumph vs World Events — World Headquarters of Me pg216
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
I stuck the landing of this huge gymnasium mural project on time and on budget. I cleaned the last brush and returned the rented scaffolds.
There was time to study contract law. Even better, there was money to pay for the thousand-dollar crash course, contractor’s license and fees. I sat for the five-hour exam and passed. My heroic insurance agent got his copy for the file. I was now licensed to put a lien on someone’s house, or repaint the Golden Gate Bridge (although my snappy little plastic card didn’t make me qualified.)
What I could do was buy time to paint more original work in new directions, only nothing was jelling into an intriguing theme. — From Chapter 11
Impasse. I just went blank, so walked out to my snowy back deck. It is 18 degrees. A woodpecker hammered his head against a frozen tree — an appropriate soundtrack for today’s state of mind. At this point in my memoir we — individually and as a country — were only just recovering from the shocking tragedy of 9–11. The world had changed, but new ideas and inspiration to move on remained elusive. It took a while to get through that limbo. I had pulled off a successful commercial project, but was badly…
