No one is more productive with household chores then the artist avoiding their work.
It doesn’t matter if it’s cleaning, organising, loading or unloading.
Any excuse will do!
It doesn’t even matter how disgusting the chore is.
Mouldy ceilings, smelly bins and clogged toilets are preferable to the difficult task of wrestling with your demons long enough to produce something.
I wonder what a spouse would prefer to come home to:
A blocked artist in an immaculate house or a happy creative in a diabolically filthy abode?
Thomas Duggan 