So this is coming to you midweek. Goodness! Its been extremely difficult recovering from spring break, and forcing myself to work once again. Until then, I hope everyone is fabulous.
While speaking with a publisher this week on (hopefully) the future of my novel being in actual bookstores, he asked me what I do for a living. I’m the twenty-one year old college dropout (because I have no money), working for simple cash, being uncommitted, and I’m writing on the side. I sound like a should be dancing in a field with Jim Morrison, and daisy’s strung throughout my wild hair. That actually sounds fabulous, but when speaking with a publisher you really want to sound powerful. When I heard the words “blogger” spill out of my mouth, I realized how vague I sounded. It felt awful too because my blog is extremely important to me, and its my life. This is what I want to DO with my life, and its my art quite honestly. It really sucks that everyone, literally everyone, and their mom has decided to take up on this so-called art.
Now, lets back up a bit. I’m all for art. I want children, adults, scientists, and their best friends to love art. I hate what education has become which is really not learning at all, or wanting children to feel free. It’s about turning them into little mathematical and English reading specialists. Personally, I think we should all be painting, and studying life…which is why I just can’t work in education anymore. Basically, I’m an artistic advocate nut. Its crucial, at least in my life. Art isn’t something everyone wants to do, and those people who pursue it can do amazing things. There are a lot of artists out there, and different types of artists that make it extremely hard to get recognition. There are artists that are having fun, some stumbled upon their profession, and then there are those who are actively chasing this dream. I guess I stumbled, and immediately started chasing. I’m trying to improve myself, my thought process, my words, my time, my blog, myself, others, and I love what I’m doing. I take it very seriously. Its art; I live it, breathe it, speak it, and appreciate it. Its my life.
With all that being said, I’m incredibly proud of the people who want to be artists, and come to me asking for blog advice because they want to start a one. It’s an incredible thing to know your words (hopefully) reach people. For me, even if it’s just one its amazing, and fulfilling. However, I do have one piece of advice. Writing is an act of faith; it’s an art. All writing is different, just like paintings. Picasso does not look like Leonardo da Vinci. They are a bit distinctive, but they worked their poor insane asses off not even knowing they would be in textbooks. If this is not a faith to you, or an art, then double think what you would be doing, and what you would be typing away about. Your time, your words, and your dedication will be vastly important. I take my art seriously, because it can be scary. That’s what bugs me about people who say, “Art is fun, don’t take it so seriously!” It is amazing, and fun, but its a way of life! It’s a grinding your teeth, crying over characters you made up, upsetting sometimes, all time beautiful endorphin rush that is comparable to a runners marathon. It’s ridiculously difficult, and amazing. Art is not just about appreciation, being poor, dubbed as insane, but about compromise and exposure. You are compromising your lifestyle, money, health, and sanity to expose your feelings, and make sure they appear beautiful in a way not only to yourself, but others. This is a profession; this is the only life I know. Thats how I call myself a blogger, and an artist.
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