I fight like a mother tiger to protect my studio time. I say no to other things, sometimes things I would like to do, so I can say yes to more studio time.
It helps that being in the studio can safely be called “work” to everyone in the outside world. “I have to go to work,” is a way of saying no that feels like it can’t be argued with in our culture.
This doesn’t mean I don’t suffer from guilt of all shapes and sizes. If I wasn’t a working artist I could go to a regular yoga class. I could do more than volunteer one half day per week at my son’s school. I could work to end homelessness and hunger and greenhouses gases.
But I can’t. Because the only way to get anywhere near enough time in the studio is to say no.