Writing is a purely magical experience. The way it seems to be born from nothing, floating in from out of the blue. Words appear on a page, and ideas, concepts, and visions take shape before us. Writers use conscious and subconscious powers to weave words together until they form a complete whole. Analyzing and judging each letter - every punctuation mark. Their precise placement upon the page. Their overall appearance. Some artists paint with oils, acrylics or watercolors, but writers paint with words. Words which generate images within the reader’s mind.
We all know that it takes time, money and resources to create good, lasting art. Whether we’re talking about filmmaking, publishing a novel, or building a great architectural marvel like the Basilica of the Sagrada Família in Barcelona. But where would our art be if life and this world were absolutely perfect? If food fell freely from the skies.
Are you a jack of all trades and master of none? Moving from one hobby/profession to the next, in a never-ending whirlwind of wonder and glee, until you become bored, then switching to something new, as if it were a piece of out-of-date fashion. I know people like this and I also know professionals who are still employed at the same job that they got into since they were in high school
I remember when I was a wee lad there was a cool commercial on TV attempting to promote education and such. The message was: “Knowledge is Power!” At the time, I thought that it was a wonderful idea and of course, I think there’s something to be said for learning and knowing a lot of stuff. But nowadays - things are different. We have an infinite amount of knowledge in the palm of our hands
It's the most precious thing. Nowadays, we all look at content online and before clicking judge how much time it will take to consume. If it's long, we analyze its worth, using reviews from other consumers as a guide. Whatever is most popular (has the most clicks/hits/reviews) will surely be worth our time, right? As a budding writer, my goal is to express myself in a manner that doesn’t make you feel like you wasted your time.
What is this thing that curses the minds of countless ones? The thing that stalks us and follows us wherever we may be? Closing our eyes and paralyzing our fingers. Preventing any form of creativity to be released from within. Holding it there. Almost like a prisoner within a cell... There he is inside, begging, screaming, going absolutely berserk at this thing. This entity-like nuisance smacks him in the face, breaking his teeth, pushing him down.
I really can’t stand clickbait. When I see something online with an eye-catching image and headline that entices me to click on it, to unravel the seemingly indispensable life-changing content, I become disgusted. Because after clicking such a link, I realize that I was essentially tricked and cheated. The folks that employ clickbait into their arsenal of web-promoting business tactics are the worst to me. Duping countless ones
When we embark on the long and winding road of creativity, it’s only a matter of time until we create some duds. Call them what you will; flops, sinkers, stinkers, abominations, failures. It doesn’t matter what your medium is, you will make them. I will make them. Everyone, at some point will spawn a great and terrible disaster, even the so-called “masters” and ones who have “arrived” will make them.
“Damnit, I told you Joe, I’m the captain! Your only job is to scrub the decks, make sure everything is clean and in order and make sure we don’t run into any pirates, sharks or whales. You’re in charge of lookout. That’s it! You got that?” he exclaimed sternly, with a fire red face. “I know, that’s what I've been doing, but I still want to learn the technical stuff and the tricks of the trade too!” I demanded.
“Hello my good sir,” I said to the dorky-looking clean-cut guy behind the desk. He didn’t look up. “Hello!” I said again. He was too busy staring at a computer screen. And my final attempt, “Uhuummmm, good day, good sir!” louder this time, with a slight cough and an attempt at a British accent. I know I looked like a bum, but I figured if I sounded British, he may give me better service or maybe I was wrong. I hadn’t been to many hotels before.
Seeing that my last post about the incredible, thought-provoking book House Of Leaves had such a positive response, I decided to share another excerpt here. This remarkable passage is about a moment in the main character's journey where he must burn a book down to its very last page in order to finish reading it. This is so beautiful and dramatic to me, that no matter how many times I read it, I seem to learn something new and get in touch with odd feelings of emotion and wonder that are practically indescribable
We argue about an infinite amount of topics, some of which are crucial to life and the stability of our current system and others with an insignificant amount of long-term relevance, but they nevertheless spark debate and controversy, attracting many to endlessly discuss and argue without apparent logic, contributing to strong emotional and offensive behaviors.
I’ve been happily reading the House of Leaves (published in March 2000) for the past few months. A book which has gained legendary status because of its unconventional style and format that has left many readers in deep fascination and respect for the author Mark Z. Danielewski who spent years to create this impressive and artistic work. HOL has an international popularity and appeal, with translations in a number of different languages and college courses dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of the House.
Many amateur artists look at their artwork with a feeling of disappointment and dread.. They torment themselves with regret because they are not yet masters creating masterpieces or they are just plain unsatisfied with their progress. Ashamed of their work. They prefer to lock it up in a closet - to hide it from the world or destroy it by fire. And I say hold on to it. Hold onto everything that you produce. You never know, if you continue on this path, those early “failures” might be worth something.
As an artist, I like to explore and understand every type of emotion, including the heartfelt and passionate ones. I've been known to listen to some very romantic songs and watch a loving film or two. I'm also not a stranger to the ups and downs of relationships. Strong emotions, intimacy, and passion is all part of the experience. I find it fun and exciting to create simple yet powerful poems to express some of those feelings...