“I’m worst at what I do best, and for this gift I feel blessed.”
– The guy from Pearl Jam
I like to do a lot of arty stuff. I write fiction, I write non-fiction, I draw, I color, I play guitar, I sing, I write songs, and sometimes I even perform some combination of these things.
But I can only really concentrate and practice two of these things at a time. Maybe it’s really only one but I can’t keep from getting distracted by something else while I’m working on creative stuff.
This might mean I’ll never be a master at anything I work at, but it also might mean I’m constantly getting a ideas on new ways to approach creating.
More and more I see how all these things can bleed into one another. I can be thinking about song structure and how a pre-chorus builds anticipation or misleads before the explosion of the real thing and bam, it will make me think about how I’m putting together the plot of a novel. It’s all connected, even if that connection is all in my head, it’s all the same to me.
So anyway, I’ve been neglecting my art for a few weeks (I had a music show to do) and it was really satisfying to buy a new pilot parallel pen (I junked my old one switching it to a waterproof ink) and just fucking around and moving some dark shapes around the canvas.
Drawing and music can be the most calming things I do. I can lose myself in them so completely and I love that act of disappearing. Writing is more satisfying in the sense of the feeling of accomplishment when I’ve put together a piece and reworked it to the point where I think it’s ready to give to the reader.
Alright, time to get back to the page. Words and pictures this time.