See, the NN are my personal demons. They love to torture me by constantly harping on the shortcomings of everything I do. That's too gimmicky, that's not cool enough, that's too hard, that's too simple, that's too controversial, that's too banal...Fuckers. Then, when I do get going on something cool, they change their strategy. They find my reservoir of passion and poke holes in it with their cursed brainpicks. My passion flows away like a river of golden mist and I'm left with a kind of numb void where there used to be a fire. So I drift away from the idea - whatever it was - and meander out in the pretty butterfly fields of noncommittal sloth. Once I realize what the Noodle Naysayers have done to me it's too late. I'm a goner and months have went by.
But I don't give up that easily, really. I keep at it. I come back around with a glancing blow to the chin of this collective monster and I do a little Ali shuffle and make myself feel better. It's all for a good cause, ain't it?
Once more into the fight, my friends. I feel an idea clawing its way out of my deepest subconscious ravine...
2 comments:
I hear ya', my friend. On all counts.
Heh, yeah me too -- 'cept My demons keep telling me that J. West & A.P. Furtado do this stuff a whole helluva lot better than I do, so why do I even bother picking up a pen at all?!?
Have a great holidays you guys and keep on doin' whatever it it is you're doin' that makes your art so darn freakin' good!
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