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Annoying trend being one in which I have five minutes for writing and nothing witty or catchy or insightful to relate, blogwise.
This is the result of the current ruling order of things wherein we don't practice our talents. So I'm practising writing here in a catchy witty fashion without anything in my head, since, as I and others have observed, once in a while something will pop in there and voila, it's like . . .
-But the waiting, and, the endless slogging through the dross (like this), the noise, the colorless colorfulness of the products of my mental transom receptacle-device. What's up with that? Who'd a' thought? How's 'at pos'ble?
Put the pen right next to the half-used packet of Post-It notes and place it near the phone because we plan for the calls to roll in, abundant with changes which will be duly notated and attached to the hard copies we've retained here for reference.
(Note: Annoyingly accurate self-observation in that I wrote the title, wandered through the PP as shown above and then tore off the last line as a something, not knowing what would come out, and so there it is - the mind in action, folks. We are not responsible for lost or stolen articles; please exit the vehicle safely; rinse; repeat.)
posted by Scott at 2:16 PM
1 Comments:
modernist, congratualtions. You win a special prize as the first commenter to this blog.
As a reward, advice:
- Be good to yourself: it comes naturally so drop the self-consciousness.
- Tell the truth: you will not die from self-denial (have you read R.E. Lee's biography?). You are not lazy. You have more employment options, especially in the arts - work as an assistant to an artist, photographer, clothing designer, sculptor or musician, work as a model (important work for the proto-artist), work in a gallery or agency that sells art.
- Remember to kick ass and take no prisoners.
Good luck to you with this special prize: may it serve you well.
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