I watched an excellent documentary on Frank Zappa, an eccentric musical genius and original thinker who was also a hell of a guitar player. The film was called Eat That Question (from the title of a Zappa tune). It struck me how devoted to his craft the almost maniacal Mr. Zappa was.
If you have something you love to do, it is a beautiful thing to hone it to the highest excellence you can reach. That honing strikes me as a lifelong effort and it seems to me the minute you become totally satisfied with the craft you’ve attained, like, say, Eric Clapton apparently did, you go on autopilot, begin to roll backwards and start to take on a certain stink.
There is a craft, for lack of a better word, to everything we practice. A way of doing the thing each time we do it, with an eye toward doing it even better. In the case of writing, for instance, it is finding a thought or feeling that is important enough for you to focus on and express. Then you need to put it into words. Then comes the most important part, to arrange the words so that everything is as clear to the reader as you can make it. If you decide it’s good enough, before it is, you are not taking your craft very seriously.
(Then you will need to have another cup of coffee, shower and put your pants on, it’s already almost four o’clock. Yee gads!)