In looks and principles, assume the role of the artist. You don’t act, think or dress the way other people do. You don’t breathe the same air. You don’t live in the same universe. You should be aware of the business world, but only vaguely attached to reality.
And that’s how it goes: life, creating stuff, life, dreaming, life, honoring your calling. Good writing days. Bad ones. Cooking dinner. The broken vacuum cleaner. The whole thing is tangled up and messy and beautiful in its own way — and this is how it has always been.