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Category Archives: Musings
My Current Creative Struggle
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to get an audience. In fact, it’s probably the cause of the majority of my anxiety about the work I do. It came together a bit recently when I watched Becoming Youtube episode … Continue reading
If There Were Two of Me
I’ve often said that if I had a superpower, I’d want it to be something that allowed me flight-enabling wings. But sometimes I spend an inordinate amount of time considering the benefits of being able to duplicate myself — to … Continue reading
“If we make it through December”
So I’ve missed a couple days now. It’s tough to keep regular schedules like this when I’m not in my regular routine — I’m in, as previously mentioned, NYC at the moment with friends, then onto where my parents live … Continue reading
Waves of Productivity
Yesterday, at about midnight, as I was thinking about going to bed, it suddenly occurred to me that, other than a couple of brief breaks (lunch, a run, a half-hour with my guitar) I’d been working — like, actually getting … Continue reading
Life, Musings, Writing
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Requiring a Block to Carve
They say, famously, that a sculptor can see the shape of their creation trapped in a block of stone, and they must simply knock away the excess material that surrounds it to reveal their art. A writer does not have … Continue reading
Whatever it takes
I have written a bit before about some of the things I sometimes do in order to be more productive (finding the right environment; thinking on paper; alcohol…). Having finished school this December and without a regular job (freelancing FT(financially … Continue reading
The perils of communication
I’ve believed for a long time that miscommunication is basically the single cause of every possible conflict in the world. It’s not, but it might as well be. If everyone could just fully grasp and comprehend the exact position and … Continue reading
A Year's Difference
As of yesterday, this blog is one year old. It amazes me, sometimes, just how much can happen in a year. You think about it in terms of ages, in terms of history, and a year is nothing. You look … Continue reading
