Boring, boring, boring. The book starts out with Julia Cameron, originator of the practice of morning pages, sharing - in a sense - her own morning pages with us. But it becomes so repetitive - work on musical, work on book, go out to dinner with a friend (every night), have a music lesson, walk dogs, and all of these just being repeated, over and over and over for 200-some pages. I skimmed the last 50 pages, and didn't miss a thing. A little too much name-dropping - largely people I've never heard of - a little too self satisfied, self-congratulatory, "all of my friends are wonderful and talented and perfect and brilliant", going on endlessly. I'm going to try and forget this book, so I can now go on to The Artist's Way and not have my experience of that tainted by this useless book.
