Is There a Greek God Sabotaging Your Art Career

So here we have Apollo. He stands once again, reluctantly, outside Dion's cave, arms folded, frowning, thinking, "For fuck's sake, what am I doing here again? I'm busy. I've got kids to feed, bills to pay, and God knows what will happen if anyone sees me hanging around outside this loser's cave." He bangs louder on the door. "Dion, open up! Come on, I know you're in there. If you don't let me in there to pick something to show the world, I'm going to have to shut my gallery and go and sell car parts. Let me in!"