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No art form is meant to be the bread-and-butter for the artist who practices it. Works of art are products of spontaneous spurts of the creative instinct, which are usually unleashed by highly emotional or intellectual stimuli from daily experiences. It is a rare ability to be able invoke one’s creative prowess on-call.
For today’s gallant artisans who have their craft as their day job, there is one thing they dread experiencing more than the common flu. It’s called the “artist’s block.”
I aspire to be a writer by profession someday. Being a columnist would be quite fulfilling, not to mention keeewool. And yes, I think every aspiring writer wishes to write a book and have it published and read by a multitude of readers.
But how can I expect to be a writer if I can’t even regularly write a decent entry on this blog? How do those guys do it? How can they put verbal wizardry to use on-call? Stephen King said on The Master on the Craft to prod your self to write everyday. The idea is to make quality-writing part-and-parcel of your daily activities, to be your second skin.
And that is the remedy for the writer’s block? I guess I have to try it first before questioning.
Anyway, whether I land a writing job or not, I will still write for this blog. And who knows, I might inspire somebody. And maybe with that one bored pathetic bum, who is a computer addict at night and a potato couch during the day, I could form an alliance. Later on we might decide to form a cult, with me as the morale leader and him as my liaison for our goings-on with future affiliations with international secret societies.
I will call it The Priory of Vincent, a new world order for the brave and the enlightened. And it will be such a cool success story because it all started with an ordinary blog entry
Who knows, it might be THIS blog entry.
Shit it’s almost 5PM! I still have a class!
I think I’ve accomplished something just now. I think I overcame my writer’s block for today. Cool.
