For a very long time, I simply considered myself a “writer.” I based my career off this concept and got a degree to back up my claims.My future, as I saw it, was a bright, smooth road ahead. Nary a rock or pothole in sight.
Then, the recession hit.
In the year since I’ve graduated university, I have come to discover that I am not a writer. I am a painter. No, I am an actress. Wait, wait, I’m a DANCER . Yes, that’s it. No…I think I’m a scupltress. How bout a carver? Animator, maybe? Musician…?
Do you know how long it took me to realize that all of the above were wrong?
Awhile, let me tell you. But not near as long as it took me to realize that they were all right.
I am a writer, a painter, an actress, a dancer, a musician, a carver, an animator, and even a sculptress. I am, more or less, a creator of beautiful things. Or to be more circumspect, I try to create beautiful things. Sometimes, the beauty gets away from me.
I learned all this through working at horrible jobs, funding woes, and an uncertain future. This desire to create is more than an uncomplicated lust. It is a compulsion, like lining up all the products on the bathroom sink from tallest to shortest. Strange I know, but you have to feed the beast (right?) in order to get the beauty.
I started this blog as a way to share my literary experiments with the world, to gain insight on how to improve and grow as an artist, and to meet other people driven as I am.
So, don’t be a lurker! COMMENT! It is the Miracle Gro of the art world, critique is. I’ll be sure to return the favor!
