Not enough Zen
Some friends of mine moved house last weekend and returned some books to me. Among those that definitely were mine was one that definitely wasn't. This was "Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance" by Robert Pirsig. I think I borrowed another copy out of the library years ago but I've now given this one a good home. I thought all that business about being Phaedrus was a lot of precious rubbish but I still enjoyed this book. I dipped into it again and, as I read about listening to one's machine and getting to know it, I was immediately struck about how little time I have for this these days. Running a publishing empire in your spare time does that to you. So I'm going to do something about increasing the zen in my life. I need to commune with my old motors more and lose myself in the act of drawing and writing. I never stopped doing these things - it's just that my mind is on so many other things at the moment. That's okay. My thoughts just need...