i am writing to … tell you that i was working on another project & i feel i have pretty much set the foundations & scaffolding now. what's left is for me to fill in the bricks, day by day.
i can now write here without that other one bugging me in the head every 2 hours.
writing used to be easy for me. now i have set the bar so high for myself (in craft & expected response) that it's starting to put wooden stilts into my wrists. one, there's a part of me that's hopelessly slaved to hard work. that if something's easy, it's not as good. who wouldn't want more precision, more craft? great art somehow marries the soul of free spirit & the mechanical science of precision.
now i am not holding a pen, i am holding a scalpel. something with an edge, something with great power. i used to pour my thoughts on the page. now i am more responsible with my words.
is this a good thing? maybe i am god of my work & whatever i do is "good" à la creative license? maybe i should judge by the quality of my work. & what should be the benchmark? my personal satisfaction? your response? time will teach.
think about it. how does this work in your own life? were do you draw the line between the carefree freedom (sounds funny a bit) & the rigor & study of making that more than hobby & pastime. if you are a “born-singer”, don’t you think if you wanted to make it as a career singer, you’d have to study … beyoncé?
ok. see ya.
Longest time. You've asked us your questions and it's now my turn to ask you a question. How dare you starve us of Emmanuel's Letters?