A few weeks ago, while working on my novel, I got stuck. I’d come up with a story-within-my-story to explain my shapeshifters’ origins. It was interesting and clever, but it explained nothing. Also, the chronology was f$%^ed. My struggles left me wondering if I was a fraud and full of shit. Aren’t I supposed to be an expert on creative blocks? How could I be having one? Why it’s OK to be stuck Because Creative Unblocking isn’t about never running into obstacles; it’s about knowing how to get around them. You don’t master it once and forever, either. It’s a practise, like yoga. That’s why I sometimes find it useful to re-read my own book. We all have wise and unwise parts of ourselves. My wisest self wrote Creative Unblocking. My unwise self authors my doubts. In her novel Medicine Song, my sister Celeste Lovick calls her heroine’s wisest self her “Inner Peace Chief”. An easy trick One way I’ve found to access mine is to write down a question before I go to bed and trust I’ll …
“Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t — you’re right.” – Henry Ford.
“Believe in yourself, and you can do anything.” – Every Motivational Speaker Who Ever Lived. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always found such quotes discouraging … Photo by Ryan McGuire.
On a bright day in late June, I sat in a vacant classroom at the school my mom founded and wondered why I was feeling stagnant. I was working smart, so why was my momentum flagging? Surrounded by the bold drawings of children, I stared at my laptop and saw task after task I’d rescheduled repeatedly. They all had one thing in common: they scared me. Photo: Death to Stock.
A guest post by Celeste Lovick: “When you love someone, you cannot be afraid of them. The most important thing as a performer is not what the audience thinks of you. It is what you feel about your audience.” Photo by Seth Doyle.
A few days before I returned to Canada after a 9-month trip through Albania, Greece, Nepal, India, Georgia, and England, I had a panic attack.
What if I’d never make a living as a writer? I’d have to go back to waitressing, and I’d probably end up serving all the people who hated me in high school. They’d snicker and complain about the food.
If we don’t release anything, no one will see how imperfect we are at the thing we want to accomplish. No one will laugh at us. No one will reject us. We’ll be safe.
Except that we won’t. Photo by Kevin Urbanski.
An artist who believes he’s an artist develops the confidence to do his art. In order to believe he’s an artist, though, he needs to relinquish certain misconceptions. Photo: “Man eat a guitar” by imacture, Adobe Stock.