Obviously I’m not doing a great job of posting on here regularly, and I think I’ve figured out why. I’m trying to make this blog look like a showcase of “good art”, of finished writing and pieces I feel proud of and want to show off. But that is not the point of this blog.
The point of this blog is to show my creative process as it really is. To share the pathetic, endless angst involved in the creative process. The self loathing, the fear, the anxiety, and the endless mounds of shit that get produced in order to get to a tiny nugget of gold.
I once read a quote from a writer who said that, in the beginning, what you write is 99% shit and 1% gold. If you keep at it, over time, that ratio starts to flip. Eventually, if you write for years and years and get really really good, you might get to a place of 50% shit and 50% gold. But you will always have to produce that shit to find the gold.
If I try and preserve my posting space for the gold (and, let’s be honest, it’s mostly copper and bronze), I’ll almost never post on here. This blog is intended to be about the shit. TRUTH: I am sitting in my bath robe, frizzy hair, my entire life surrounded by half finished projects. To my right is a graphic novel by a woman younger than me, and it’s inspiring because I know I could write a better one. But… she wrote it and I didn’t. To my left is several pages of printed notes for a copywriting job that I could probably whip out in 5 hours, but I have been dragging my feet on it for a couple weeks because I don’t want to feel bored. And it’s pretty boring to write copy. But it’s how I need to make my money right now so I can continue to make some shit, and hopefully a little gold here and there.
So, hey y’all, get ready for some shit.