Nobody becomes a writer overnight. Well, I’m sure somebody did, but that person’s head probably went all asplodey from paroxysms of joy, fear, paranoia, guilt and uncertainty. Celebrities can be born overnight. Writer’s can’t. Writers are made - forged, really, in a kiln of their own madness and insecurities - over the course of many, many moons. The writer you are when you begin is not the same writer you become.
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.
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This is so freakin spot on I can’t even stand it.
”The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.” -Walt Disney
I wanted to take a quick moment and write about the power of positivity.
If you cannot imagine yourself at your goal, then it won’t happen. The power of positive thinking, and imagining you can attain “the impossible” is what separates successful people from those who simply give up.
And to be able to imagine yourself successful, you must believe in yourself. You must accept that despite whatever shortcomings you think you might have as an artist, you will continue to grow and excel, and that you are on the right path.
TLDR; We are great. We have incredible potential. We should believe in ourselves, and stay positive! :D
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In Munich, I often witnessed Fred’s magical way of summoning creativity. When he was looking for a word, a phrase, a chord, an idea, a memory or anything that would contribute to his work, he would bow his head and hold his hands by the side of his head, his fingers spread slightly. Then he would waggle his hands and fingers slightly — as if they were vibrating. If sitting, he put his elbows on the table and focus his eyes downward, all the time his splayed hands trembling and vibrating as if they were antennae tuning in to an unseen force. He would mutter to himself and it would not take long before he found what he was looking for and he would stand sharply and slap his hands together with a crack, usually with a loud shout of ‘YES!’
It was quite remarkable.
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I have spent a good many years since - too many, I think - being ashamed about what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all.