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May. 14th, 2006 07:49 pmNew layout. New attitude.
From now on I derive my motto (as far as writing) from this quote:
"The artist is not afraid to throw colors against each other and see what happens - even at home."
And the operative part of that?
The Artist Is Not Afraid.
Because I think I've figured out something important here. Art does not tolerate fear well. Art abhors cowardice. And being an artist is an inherently brave act, because art is treacherous. Art means there could be failure and ridicule and dismissal and dying penniless for the sake of doing what you love and being censored and offending people.
Therefore, I will not be afraid to rip my 247 page draft to shreds and start *all* the hell over again.
And I won't be afraid of never getting published.
*FUCK* not getting published, I say. *FUCK* being afraid (x infinity!). *FUCK* judging myself by that.
That said, the writing angst is over. This journal will now only be for the useful things. Maybe that means I'll update more. Maybe it means I'll update less. But nobody cares about my writing angst. Nobody cares that nobody cares about my writing angst (echo, echo).
People care when you give them a reason to care. When you grab them by the short 'n curlies and tie them to a chair and *force* their concern and their emotional commitment out of them. You have to catch people like wily little rabbits. Because they don't want to care. They don't want to waste time.
Smart people.
From now on I derive my motto (as far as writing) from this quote:
"The artist is not afraid to throw colors against each other and see what happens - even at home."
And the operative part of that?
The Artist Is Not Afraid.
Because I think I've figured out something important here. Art does not tolerate fear well. Art abhors cowardice. And being an artist is an inherently brave act, because art is treacherous. Art means there could be failure and ridicule and dismissal and dying penniless for the sake of doing what you love and being censored and offending people.
Therefore, I will not be afraid to rip my 247 page draft to shreds and start *all* the hell over again.
And I won't be afraid of never getting published.
*FUCK* not getting published, I say. *FUCK* being afraid (x infinity!). *FUCK* judging myself by that.
That said, the writing angst is over. This journal will now only be for the useful things. Maybe that means I'll update more. Maybe it means I'll update less. But nobody cares about my writing angst. Nobody cares that nobody cares about my writing angst (echo, echo).
People care when you give them a reason to care. When you grab them by the short 'n curlies and tie them to a chair and *force* their concern and their emotional commitment out of them. You have to catch people like wily little rabbits. Because they don't want to care. They don't want to waste time.
Smart people.
