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March 2017



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practice, practice, practice

Training for greatness.

via jaylake

I think the article is probably oversimplified: I think one's field of endeavor is often determined by what one has a knack for, or interest in. because the passion is what keeps you going after the study, and makes the study rewarding.

Somebody memorably said, "You gotta want it."

(Just to check in, if you discount the three years I took off from fiction writing in the late 1990's, I'd been working on this writing gig... shit. I wrote my first short story when I was six? And got Serious about someday selling a novel when I was in fifth grade or so. Man, call it twenty years, and you wouldn't be far off.

And I'm far from one of the best around. (The nice thing about a career in the arts is that you can, in fact, continue to improve over a lifetime. Eventually, the brain goes, but as long as you've got that and hands--or eyes or ears or a voice, depending on your particular field of endeavor--the experience builds. Okay, you may become incomprehensibly dense, or set in your ways, but if you avoid those pitfalls...))

Good thing I like my job.

This is why I need the guitar practice, actually. Because it's fun, not *work.*

The cat is sitting on my mousepad staring at me, and I should go feed her, make tea, shower, practice, and work on this silly story. The second vampire is working out well; he's demonstrating a bunch of things about Sebastien that have been told a few times, but not shown. And he'll present a nice moral quandary in the long run.

Also, I get to call somebody Epaphras. Which alone is worth the price of admission.

As is today's APOD. Check this out: It's gorgeous.



Yes, but....

Is anyone going to put in the hours and the effort for something for which they don't have at least some predisposition? Also, I can think of some fields where basic physiology is almost certainly going to trump any amount of sweat - classical ballet (the right sort of foot, the right height/weight ratio), music (though I believe 'tone-deafness' can be overcome?), various forms of sport (the physique that makes one a good runner is not transferable to being a good heavyweight boxer). Also, have a story I like from an eminent endocrinologist, who originally wanted to be an eminent orthopaedic surgeon, but found that they were just not one of those people who can be woken up after minimal hours of sleep at 3 am and go into the operating theatre with a clear mind and a steady hand.

Re: Yes, but....

Major heartbreak of my young life was that I would never make a jockey.

Yes, of course there are physical limitations.

But the moral of the story is, if you want it enough, you will work harder at it than somebody who doesn't, I think.

I'm not a particularly talented writer. But I'm a damned hard-working one.
he nice thing about a career in the arts is that you can, in fact, continue to improve over a lifetime.

I think people who don't take writing seriously, as a career, mistakenly believe it's all bursts of inspiration and the muse giving you a great idea. Viola! I've got the idea for a best seller! I'm going to be the next best thing!

But it is a career. And a craft. Just because it's a cliche that you have to practice to get to Carnegie Hall doesn't mean it isn't true as well.
Here's to wanting it.
chip, chip.
and timing...tah dum... lots of examples of people who were just slightly ahead of their time in arts. You can be good at things but it's so complex, achieving "success".

And there is always only one fastest gun.. and lots of dead slightly slower guns.. and even more live well fed people who are good enough shots to hit rabbits.

There is nobody, in my estimation, smart enough to cope with the world. And while there are lots of people who can approximate comprehension of reality, or excel in a narrow, usually self-defined field, they are incompetent in the world at large.

I was thinking of Edison and Tesla. Both showed gaping holes in their "Comprehension of the Cosmic All".

Tesla was perhaps smarter, Edison more dogged. Edison probably died a happier man, but neither was at all good domestically.

Fortunately in my field they don't shoot you for second-best.

You can sure destroy yourself over it pretty good, though.
This is why I need the guitar practice, actually. Because it's fun, not *work.*

It's good to have something you're allowed to be bad at. Me, I play snooker. Everything else I do, one way or another it relates to the writing, and it all has to be done well or better; snooker is an entirely separated activity, and I'm really crap at it. I have no talent, no hand-eye coordination; I've got no better in twenty years. And yet, I still love the game, I treasure my occasional triumphs, I hold it in a special place in my heart.

Which is not to say that you won't become an ace guitarist, obviously; what do I know? You're obviously bringing your usual application to the task, or you wouldn't have bruised fingertips. But permission to fail is inherent. To fail and to keep failing, and to keep having fun as you do.
Yes. Exactly. I *really* needed something to do where I could JUST SUCK and it was okay.

I don't have permission to fail in the writing anymore. I mean, I still try to keep pushing myself, and I know it means I'm gonna wipe out. But now I'm wiping out in public, and it gives me stress.

I don't want to be an ace guitarist. *g* I just want to be able to participate when music breaks out. And also, I want to understand music better. And so that makes it fun, because it's just for me.

Like snooker.

I also suck at snooker. *g*
And one can be serious about art in a casual way. I started taking pictures at, oh, I don't know, 10? I got serious about it at 18, did it with intensity for a few years, and then it simmered (there are a lot of up front costs to being an "art" photographer, and some hurdles to making money off it as a side job).

So, six years ago I got back to it in a serious way. It never went away, even when it wasn't my driving force, just a quiet passion.

just so.