While surfing around aimlessly to find tips on how to really squeeze the money juice out of this blog, I came across a website with a blogger and a simple message--"if you have something to do, don't plan about it or talk about what you're going to do; just do it."
Alright, I can get with that. The more you talk about something, the more time you're wasting not doing it. The more you waste time, the less you accomplish. So, just do it! I felt like he was talking to me. Not only as someone who needed to get going on the blogs, blog design, and learning the tricks as I went along, but also as a person who needs to finish personal writing projects also. While I've been killing darlings (writing projects) left and right, I've failed to complete the ones I want to get out into the world. Yes, I still want to self-publish. A lot of people have a lot of opinions about this. Most of them boil down to this--"Your work is shit, nobody wants to read your drivel, it's a waste!" There's a lot of colorful ways to say something is crap. Even if it IS crap, it's a crap project that I've finally stopped wasting time and simmering on.
Yes, that is my crappy artwork I did in Photoshop. It is an abstract mess I kept fooling with over and over while watching Cold Case Files. Yes, that is my run-on title telling you what kind of crap I'm about to squirt into the world of the self-published world. It is my drivel, my garbage, and quite honestly the pain from my last failed relationship. I decided to write it because I thought it was something special.
See, you can't always worry about what the entire world thinks. If that were the case, nothing would ever get done in this world. We would all be too worried all the time. We would all be holding back. I can't let the experts stop me, the snooty know-it-alls stop me, or even the intermediate butt-wipes. Her Heart's Limbo is my creation and I feel that it needs to exist somewhere else than in the prison of my Writing folder. So this weekend after I finish this very blog, the play will be finished. I will run it through every grammar Nazi-type program, past every grammar-anal person I know, and edit that shit like it needs to be edited. But outside of that, my personal style, my er uh..."Sista's Flare", and the Chi-Town tone of voice will still be there. Even if it gets a negative 60 stars by the best online book critics or even little Robbie from down the lane, it will finally be done.
If there is something in your life that you've been holding off, talking about, whatever-ing about since the dawn of ages, get to it. Tomorrow is not promised to any one of us and life is far too short to constantly give a crap and keep explaining yourself to people who either will or will not get whatever you are chasing after. If you write and it's crap, it's your crap. You've got room to grow. If you draw and it's crap, cheer up and keep practicing. If you're guilty of taking "Dollar Store Photos" of flowers on deviantArt *raises hand high*, they're YOU'RE effin' Dollar Store photos, and they obviously meant something to you. Learn, grow, and never let anyone have enough power to make you feel awful about what inspires you!
Alright, I can get with that. The more you talk about something, the more time you're wasting not doing it. The more you waste time, the less you accomplish. So, just do it! I felt like he was talking to me. Not only as someone who needed to get going on the blogs, blog design, and learning the tricks as I went along, but also as a person who needs to finish personal writing projects also. While I've been killing darlings (writing projects) left and right, I've failed to complete the ones I want to get out into the world. Yes, I still want to self-publish. A lot of people have a lot of opinions about this. Most of them boil down to this--"Your work is shit, nobody wants to read your drivel, it's a waste!" There's a lot of colorful ways to say something is crap. Even if it IS crap, it's a crap project that I've finally stopped wasting time and simmering on.
Yes, that is my crappy artwork I did in Photoshop. It is an abstract mess I kept fooling with over and over while watching Cold Case Files. Yes, that is my run-on title telling you what kind of crap I'm about to squirt into the world of the self-published world. It is my drivel, my garbage, and quite honestly the pain from my last failed relationship. I decided to write it because I thought it was something special.
See, you can't always worry about what the entire world thinks. If that were the case, nothing would ever get done in this world. We would all be too worried all the time. We would all be holding back. I can't let the experts stop me, the snooty know-it-alls stop me, or even the intermediate butt-wipes. Her Heart's Limbo is my creation and I feel that it needs to exist somewhere else than in the prison of my Writing folder. So this weekend after I finish this very blog, the play will be finished. I will run it through every grammar Nazi-type program, past every grammar-anal person I know, and edit that shit like it needs to be edited. But outside of that, my personal style, my er uh..."Sista's Flare", and the Chi-Town tone of voice will still be there. Even if it gets a negative 60 stars by the best online book critics or even little Robbie from down the lane, it will finally be done.
If there is something in your life that you've been holding off, talking about, whatever-ing about since the dawn of ages, get to it. Tomorrow is not promised to any one of us and life is far too short to constantly give a crap and keep explaining yourself to people who either will or will not get whatever you are chasing after. If you write and it's crap, it's your crap. You've got room to grow. If you draw and it's crap, cheer up and keep practicing. If you're guilty of taking "Dollar Store Photos" of flowers on deviantArt *raises hand high*, they're YOU'RE effin' Dollar Store photos, and they obviously meant something to you. Learn, grow, and never let anyone have enough power to make you feel awful about what inspires you!