Thursday, April 11

Outlets

I have made a new endeavor to be more creative, as that seems to dispel my moods of doom. Writing is all well and good, but it is difficult to edit Proxy and unmarry that project with failure (no one's read it, it'll never be a real book, people will hate it, etc.). It's much easier to use the skills I have that are of no value to me.

I know that no one cares how I draw, so I draw. I know that no one cares about my poetry, so I write poetry. It is very freeing. There is no pressure, which is something I can say about very few aspects of my life. I spend most of my time in damage control, imagining what other people think of me and usually imagining the wrong things to boot, so it's nice to leave those thoughts behind, turn on something sultry, and say, "Fuck it, let's make some art."

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