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March 2017



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this is hell nor am i out of it.

It turns out art is hard.

Basically, every artist became an artist because nobody else was making the art we wanted to see so we figured we had to do it ourselves if we wanted it to exist in the world.

And then we all discovered that getting the art in your head outside into the world in a form you can recognize is a nearly impossible task.

Who set this system up, anyway?


If you find out the answer to that before I do, let me know, please?
I dunno, but you've been pretty awesome about making art I want to see.


Edited at 2015-09-06 11:09 pm (UTC)
Oh goodness, yes! I have great plans for everything I write and film and stage, and it's always, always, a pale comparison to what I had in my head.
Oh, how I am feeling that, these days.
Imagine how God feels about it.

Say, that gives me an idea for a story....
I my head it's always the Sistine Chapel. What comes out is more like a kindergarten project involving popsicle sticks, glue sticks, and water-soluble marker. And then, every now and then there's this one shiny bit that comes close to what I envisioned, that keeps me going.

And so I keep reaching for the popsicle sticks.
Imma gonna quote this. Bunches.
And when you can get it out, who cares? That's what I struggle with (on top of everything else).

Who set this system up, anyway?

The malevolent being that runs the world and feeds on garmonbozia. It wishes to maximize the amount of pain, sorrow, frustration and misery we endure at all times because it is an absolute glutton.
Well, yes. They made it impossible.

Happy Birthday anyway.