Damn.
So my rage didn't last long and the deficit of time took it's toll on my big plans for this year's NANO. I will have pockets of free time in the next few weeks, and some of them large, but I don't honestly care enough to devote that much of my energy just to spiting some pompous ass.
Anger will only motivate you just so far. For me, the limit of this is apparently as far as one blogpost.
I love to write, and I'm of the opinion that I'm fairly good at it. Sadly, I realized that I really have nothing important to say. I can't honestly think of anything in all my life experience that is worth anybody's time. At best I would be a pulp writer; my work might be entertaining but there would be little to nothing to learn from it at the end of the day.
Not that there is anything wrong with empty entertainment (in moderation) BUT, I gotta say, if that is my goal at the outset, I'd rather be acting. With acting I can find projects that DO have something important to say. I can make someone else's substantive words my own... temporarily anyway. Or I can do empty fluff pieces too, but at least I will bring a great deal more skill to it. At least that way I will feel like I'm using a larger portion of who I am in the telling of it.
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