Great things are made up of lots of little things. Something big is made by making lots of little things.

Every day 1 sketch makes 365 a year. That already begins to look like a “body of work.”

Writing 100 words a day make 36500 in a year. That’s already half a novel.

It only happens when you keep going.

It rains and you go anyway.

It rains and you don’t go home early.

You get wet. You get cold. You keep going. Warm up inside and go out again in your cold-weather clothes. You are wet again. You’re still standing there. Then something happens. You have something. But you keep going. Wet and cold. Because more may come. Only when you are done do you stop.