Posts Tagged ‘fear’

Damn. Merde. Burgleflickle.

I’d so very much like to finish buying the books in my Amazon shopping cart but the internet just went down. Well if I can’t learn about writing by reading I suppose the only other option is to actually write… Fine.

This brief respite in finesse procrastination, in which I come up with menial task that somehow benefit my growth in some minuscule way, has me thinking about the real benefit behind reading for technique instead of just diving in. Wendy swears by the latter and I wonder if I’ve led her astray by suggesting she invest time towards formal studies in drawing to find a quicker understanding of the basics.

Does this stifle actual creativity?

Will proper technique drown the spark of creation that dwells within a fledgling artist?

Would I be writing these words if the internet hadn’t gone down and I was still surfing Amazon book reviews?

Crap. I caught myself re-reading what I just wrote and editing bits I didn’t like. For those that don’t know, this is a big no-no for effective writing. So much for all the knowledge I’ve acquired from books about best writing practices. Obviously the rebellious side of my inner-student stuck around past high school as I still don’t apply the things I learn through reading.

Another point for just diving in. You can read it, but without practice it will never stick.

Damn it. Caught myself editing again.

Still, there can be no doubt that pursuing formal education in a given topic is a productive use of time. Expert practitioners have passed knowledge to novice pupils since one man could do something better than another.

Wikipedia, Blogs, Twitter and Facebook prove that the desire to share information and dating statuses are a staple in human nature. But for the pillars of education would we have ever seen the advances in art and technology we have today? But then of course there would be no Wikipedia if people chose not to update it with content or read the content that is shared. There would be no blogs, or any other social information outlet, if people that do simply didn’t.

I suppose there is a balance to be struck between research and application. You must have both to achieve something great.

The internet is back up and I just finished my purchase. Now I need to find some other creatively guilt-free way to procrastinate with writing.

Also, picked up The War of Art by Steven Pressfield today after reading the first few pages on the enemy of creativity – Resistance. Resistance being a number of pervasive obstacles, like fear, that prevent you from what you want to do in life.

I’m looking forward to diving in. I’ll let you know what I find.


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Somewhere in life, usually around the early to mid-twenties, everyone turns the page and looks upon the next chapter. The second chapter.

This is an exciting but frightful time for some. Chapter One: A Beginning was so safe – so comfortable. We had rent, maybe a car payment, perhaps even a job with some modicum of responsibility attached to it. We had the world in front of us and negligible baggage to hold us back. But the world is a big place and there are lots of possibilities – some better than others and most fraught with pitfalls or bear traps. Maybe even bear traps inside of pitfalls.

Nervous excitement is a familiar face. Fear, apprehension and doubt are in attendance. Resolve and confidence are usually the wallflowers in the back of the room, sipping on light beer. After all, we more often corral ourselves than choose the open range.

This is the point where some people close the book and stay where they are. The place in their story where they convince themselves that Chapter One is all they’ll ever need. No more unknown. No more rejection. No more risk…

And no more reward.

With a fingertip at the edge of the page and the closing sentiments of Chapter One to the left, either welcoming or bidding farewell, you now have a decision to make. Do you sit tight or pursue life?

It is my wild hope that sharing this with you is my first step towards the latter.

Hold me accountable, folks, cause I’m turning the page.

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