People have told me multiple times that I try to do too much and need to be patient for success. One, okay. I'll try. Two, why? Why do I need to pump the brakes on ambitions I have?
I still have to read through my first draft of Harvest. It's been nearly three months since I finished it but I don't know where to start. The obvious answer is page one, however, I don't know what I'm looking for.
I can't be mad at myself for not doing one passion of mine when I'm doing something in the other, especially when the two cross-over. If you find yourself in a similar situation, remind yourself that you're still doing it, and you can always change focus again when the time and calling require it.
This week, I turned 24 and opened Science Fiction Trouble Feature, Huggable Riot's 11th sketch revue at The Annoyance Theater. SFTF is a show that takes the audience through a myriad of satire and sketch comedy on current topics-- all told through the lens of genre and its B-Movie theme. I love it. I've never been prouder of a show I've been apart of and helped create.
Procrastination and an impromptu list on why I love writing to get me out of this recent funk.
I’ve been finding myself escaping into the ethers of the internet the past few days. Last night, I researched campers for four hours when I could’ve used that time to write, read a friend’s novel, or memorize lines for an upcoming show. Today, while I’m writing this blog post, I’m watching drum line cadence videos.
Epilogue. One of the coolest words I finally got to write in my first novel. I'm almost within arm's distance of the finish line.
As I plow through the final plot points, I'm mentally preparing myself for that moment of initial completion... Right now, I'm working toward the approaching moment where I can say, "I wrote a book."
These are my raw thoughts this week. This is a part of the creative process. You have personal rough patches. Acknowledge them, feel them, but power through. It will be worth it soon enough.
Today's topic stems from a trend I see among budding artists, myself included: we apologize for our art too damn much.