Whether you believe in fate or not, sometimes things have a way of happening that make you marvel at the uncanny unplanned encounters with people from the past who speak to a critical moment which you are experiencing.
Last week I had such a moment, an encounter with a kindred spirit, writer, and we were both just vibing on the challenges of being creative when one has to earn a living, maintain social ties, all the miscellaneous which seem to be a Beelzebub conspiring to prevent one from producing monumental creative pieces. Okay maybe not monumental, just to produce without all the distractions dangling deliciously in one’s face. (Such wanton alliteration warrants a moratorium on the verbosity) Beelzebub or some demon despising the energy of creativity is twisting all thoughts into this dribble. Where is the muse when you need it?
Yes, in that chance encounter, said kindred spirit and I were resolved to keep at it. Damn the demons to damnation and allow entry to the pretty little cherubims of creativity.
To use my colleague’s words, we don’t have to live the myth of the poor, starving, dysfunctional artists. We CAN live and write.
Sometimes, even though we know others are experiencing the very same issues we are confronted with, it helps to just hear it or share it and know that we are part of a community all striving to keep our art, our work, thriving.
Last week I had such a moment, an encounter with a kindred spirit, writer, and we were both just vibing on the challenges of being creative when one has to earn a living, maintain social ties, all the miscellaneous which seem to be a Beelzebub conspiring to prevent one from producing monumental creative pieces. Okay maybe not monumental, just to produce without all the distractions dangling deliciously in one’s face. (Such wanton alliteration warrants a moratorium on the verbosity) Beelzebub or some demon despising the energy of creativity is twisting all thoughts into this dribble. Where is the muse when you need it?
Yes, in that chance encounter, said kindred spirit and I were resolved to keep at it. Damn the demons to damnation and allow entry to the pretty little cherubims of creativity.
To use my colleague’s words, we don’t have to live the myth of the poor, starving, dysfunctional artists. We CAN live and write.
Sometimes, even though we know others are experiencing the very same issues we are confronted with, it helps to just hear it or share it and know that we are part of a community all striving to keep our art, our work, thriving.
Namaste
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