All creative work eventually feels onerous no matter how much you love it. When that happens - venture out and make something new.
Two things. First, the Black Madonna poem stopped me. I mean, STOPPED me. I want to watch it again but I feel like I need to sit for a while. Second, I read the columns in The Globe and they blew me away. This is a school newspaper?! The most pressing thing my school newspaper ever debated was whether or not the Monday before Thanksgiving should remain an excused absence so those of us who hunted could go out on the first day of buck season without being penalized. It's nice to see teachers and students given this kind of voice.
I love THE HOLY SPIRIT book!