I opened up the LA Times this morning and turned to my favorite Sunday section: books. Having little time to indulge in the art of the written word, instead I like to read about what other people are reading. Today, I happened up on an Essay by Dani Shapiro where she extolls the virtues of being a writer. Writing, she concludes, is a way of being; not an occupation so much an obsession. I love this line:
Call it stubbornness, stamina, a take-no-prisoners determination, but a writer at work reminds me of nothing so much as a terrier with a bone: gnawing, biting, chewing, until finally there is nothing left to do but fall away.
It can be said of all the creative arts. substitute photography or painting or dance and you have new legions of nodding heads. Can the same be said of the entrepreneur?