Sunday, November 26, 2017

real writer envy, warholian 15, creative nail chewing, I gotta finish this.

I don't really have anything to say right now. I'm just  posting  so they  wont shut down my account.  All of my writing energy is going into finishing a project I started  6 years ago.    My writer friends  are probably rolling their eyes at me  right now but I freely admit that I'm not a writer. I can write. I know how. I'm just not  driven to do it  like my writer friends.  The only time I write is when I have something to say/communicate.   Right now I am trying to communicate  the culmination of 6 years of  research.  Criminy....the research was easy and fun compared to this. I have  written and rewritten and written again and I'm still unsatisfied  with what  I  have .  Here is a serious question to my writer friends.  What do you do when the story is bigger than you. Bigger than your talent, bigger than your ability to control the medium you are presenting  it in?  What do you do when the depth and scope of what you are trying to achieve is just beyond your reach?   I begin to  think that maybe asking accomplished writers for  advice  wont help. I mean... real writers  have spent their  lives honing their  craft and here I am trying to jump to their level in a single  superhuman leap.  
I really need to finish this thing. Its sapping all of my creative strength.  I  haven't painted  or printed or sculpted or done a single bit of theater since I started  the writing portion of this project.  It is a humbling experience.
One of the things  I learned about myself years ago is that I'm good at whatever I do.  That sounds arrogant in the first reading but  the drawback of being  'good' at whatever I do is that I am not and never will be  'great' at anything.  I've accepted that.  Its a blessing and a curse at the same time.  Living in a world above mediocrity and below  genius  has been satisfying enough to keep me going.  I just assumed that I would be  good enough to  handle this project.  My expectations  were medium. I expected that I would research it, write it  and then move on. I  had no expectations of being declared a  great American writer or that history would remember me  for this one great story but, I did expect that it would be good or at least, good enough.   But, It's not and  I'm not and I'm way over my head here.
So, there you have the reason  for an absence of cutesy blogging about chickens, homemade soap, painting and diy projects.     I miss painting. But I know if I go down in the studio  I will NEVER get this story done so I will stubbornly persevere until it is finished  for  better or worse.
It is completely necessary for me to hold on to past glories  right now so,  here is a little something I am holding onto (and waving around)   just to prove to myself  that I can finish it (because I've done it before).  Feral Jane  sent this to remind me  of a minor success  because she knows  about the  angst that this project is  causing me.   She sent me a screen shot of my painting that CBS bought  for the set  on Hawaii Five  O.    Right now I'm hanging on to my Warholian 15 minutes by what's left of my creative  fingernails.
Here is  the painting

Here is the painting  in a scene from Hawaii Five O

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