As artists, most of us are sensitive to criticism. We can feel terrified of putting our work out there. Our art can represent the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, and the last thing we may want is to make that available for public consumption. It doesn’t help that we regularly see other creatives be evisceratedContinue reading “Are You Afraid to Share Your Art?”
Let yourself create what you want to create. Your art can be anything. It does not have to be serious. It does not have to be “real”. Creating silly art for the sake of it is a gift you can give to yourself. Creating silly art for the sake of it is a gift youContinue reading “Create What You Want to Create”
Content note: this piece contains casual mentions of apocalypse, death, and a lack of overall meaning. I did a reading the other night. I was sandwiched between authors who spun stories and poetry full of metaphor, who spoke words layered with meaning, who filled the room with depth and imagery. I got up and readContinue reading “Hello, Imposter Syndrome, Old Buddy, Old Pal”
When I wrote Where Do We Go Now at the beginning of this year, I had no idea about zines and the journey I would go on with them. I was just on the cusp of finding out. I think I had some vague sense that I just needed to follow my instincts and my next big project would emerge, and that’s exactly what happened.
We are a strange kind of writer, it would seem, compelled to write in strange kinds of ways. If we force ourselves to write more seriously, to pick one form and stick to it, to stay within the confines of a set of rules and regulations, to write what is publishable, to nail down what kind of writer we are, to impose the external on the internal, to steer clear of what feels natural, to pull teeth in the name of what is hard, we kill the joy.