All my life I've wanted to be a writer. Okay...maybe not. Since I was a teenager I've wanted to write and get paid for it. Now I've finally got that chance, and all I can think about is -- deadlines.
It's sooo stressful! Writing my own blog was just a gee whiz. I wanted to be part of the new techie thing. Writing for someone else was something I'd always wanted to do -- but now that gives me three blogs I'm writing, only one of which is a relaxed 'here I am'.
I'm glad that I've been given some practice by writing on this blog. It's given me a glimpse of deadlines and commitment. We don't get anything out of this, you know, besides camaraderie and experience and some of the best friends you'll ever meet... But now I feel that pressure has doubled.
I have to admit, when I'm painting, I paint better under pressure. When it's getting down to the deadline to enter the fair and I haven't painted anything yet, let alone framed it? Man...that's the zone. That's when I can usually do my best stuff. I'm not sure it's the same for writing.
I've always felt I could write "off the cuff". I love madwrites, or addlibs, where you're given a line and have to expound on it. But that's fiction. This is reality. I'm supposed to write about a subject I love, but I find myself wondering how many different aspects of one subject can I possibly explore? What if I run out of ideas? Do I quit?
Fortunately, writing is an ongoing medium. Words can always be twisted, turned and used again and again. I don't feel that I'm one of the top bloggers on this site, but I feel that at least I'm consistent. I can stand in the shadow of the great ones, and try and learn from them; much as we're hoping to encourage you, the reader, out there in blogland.
So...once again I head into deadline weekend, and hope that something comes to inspire me.
Anyone have any ideas on how to paint still life?