(source - Jazz: 10th Edition)
After fretting about a sufficient metaphor or analogy to use in my thesis, I think I finally got it. I needed something that was familiar; something that was perhaps even a little meaningful to me so that I could embrace it thoroughly. I also needed something that I could directly and specifically refer to when I speak of the tormented & suffering artist.
My thesis proposal is up and running. Meander if you like but unless you see some glaring oversights, please don't proofread it. I've freaked out enough already.
When I suggested my potential book title to Arden,
Jazz Makes Me Sad: Caring for the Creative Soul in the Christian Life , I quickly backed it up with,
"Do you think it sounds too much like 'Chicken Soup for the Creative Soul'? Because I DO NOT want to be put on that shelf."
"Ya, it kinda does."
For better or for worse, there it is.