I’ve been devouring a couple of books by Seth Godin. Godin has a remarkable take on the new economy and the role of the artist. I find myself flooded with ideas; ideas for long term projects and for short blog posts.
You might notice that it has been 5 days since my most recent. The lapse has nothing to do with inspiration. I’ve got dozens of ideas I want to share. I’ve been stuck. My lizard brain has been on high alert. A few of the messages:
- Don’t write something stupid.
- You just think you have something to say. The truth is: you don’t.
- No one cares.
- No one will read it, so why bother.
- Ripping off Seth Godin will expose you as a fraud.
- You are heading for the edge of the cliff. Stop now, before you go over the edge.
I could go on, and many times in the past I have. Not this time.
I am facing the fear, and pressing the keys on my laptop; attacking the vampire that lives by sucking the life out of me.
Vampires and sunlight are incompatible. Fear and sunlight are incompatible. For me, writing is like opening the curtains and allowing the light to flood in. Julia Cameron taught me the discipline of Morning Pages in her book The Artists Way. For me Morning Pages are three pages, written longhand, first thing every morning (well, almost every morning.) Now after a few years of keeping my date with my morning pages I have learned that I can drive off the vampire by writing. A few minutes ago when I realized the vampire was clamped down on my carotid artery I knew there was a way to get him off: write this post.
Thank you. I have. Now where did I put my sunglasses?