James C Gilliam

I feel that this chapter is truly symbolic of the creative process that most everyone encounters. I especially enjoyed the overly dramatic elements within the scene. I harkened back to my high school and early college days where every project you do is meant to be Mozart, or Spielberg, or even Rembrandt. Every piece whether truly decent were still regarded as less than a curiosity. The people these assignments were intended to please are merely nothing more than contrived tripe. Yet all-encompassing contrived tripe. The criticality of these works only measured by the little scribble of a letter on the back corner. Such fond memories. I hope you enjoy…

Chapter 6: Effortlessly Spoken