When I was going to college for my AA- Visual Arts, I had the most amazing life drawing instructor. One thing that he said all those many years ago has come back to haunt me.
The class was discussing *real* artists versus people who wanted to play the role of an artist. Our professor offered up this nugget of wisdom: “You have 2 main types of artists. Group one is the Pie in the Sky folk- the kind who sit around discussing all the great artwork they will create someday.
Group two are those people sweating away in the studio. You don’t see them much because they’re far too busy generating a body of work.
I’ll give you one guess which group winds up having the better portfolio when the calls to artists go out.”
I always intended to be in group 2, but somehow I’m spending all this useless energy “Planning to write” instead of simply banging away at the keyboard. Gaah, my head can be my own worst enemy. Point in fact- I’m writing about not writing, instead of writing! How perverse am I.