My writing partner and I started this novel because we both felt called to tell this particular story, but now we're realizing we each have completely different relationships to what makes it sacred. She wants to honor the research and historical accuracy above all, and I keep pushing for emotional truth even when it means bending facts, and we're stuck because we both feel like compromising would betray something essential.
More people experience this than they realize.
Two artists discover their reverence takes incompatible forms, creating paralysis where devotion should create flow.
“Where Are You with The sacred and the creative?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.