What a year, eh?
My last post of the year is a bit of advice: writing ain’t easy.
Nor should it be. It’s not a skill acquired through practice and learning.
It’s obtained through years of dedication to insanity!
Are writers born? Absolutely not. They’re certainly created. But one must be willing to cross a threshold from which there is no return.
And it’s there where REAL art is created.
See you in 2018.
Writing is easy these days. Perhaps too easy. Computers, internet, texting…we write way more than what we realize. And courtesy of the internet, anyone and everyone can be a ‘writer’. From a democratic point of view, this is a good thing. But as someone (or perhaps no one) once said “art is not a democracy.”
That isn’t to say that only particular people can be artists. I suppose that anyone can be, provided that they’ve spent enough time exploring the darker things of life. But in our Golden Age of self-help books and feel-good literature, we have made everyone feel as though they have a bright and shining soul…just ready to beam out at any moment. All we need to do is just properly access that part of ourselves. Through proper time-management and practice, anyone can be a writer.
And I suppose that’s true. In a technical sense, all you have to do is “write” to be a writer. And to be a “professional writer”, you just need to get paid for your writing. In our highly material world, it’s about producing content. PRODUCING being the key word here. It’s not about true representation of the writer, but how your product affects the reader. If the reader comes out feeling informed, depressed, or having some other strong emotion…and the writer is able to keep producing content to provide these sensations…then by and large we can consider this ‘writer’ successful.
Then the art becomes a commodity. And this form of writing can be easily reproduced. Provided you can learn the proper techniques and discipline TO produce, then you…yes YOU…can be a writer too. It’s all just an algorithm, you see. That way, you can avoid having to actually put blood, sweat, and tears into your craft. It’s as easy as going to work and punching a clock.
It’s often believed that art is a choice. A true representation of free will. But feelings are rarely a choice. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE free will and live it everyday…even if you don’t. But art isn’t a blessing, it’s a curse. The words have to keep you up at night, not letting you sleep until you let them out. It’s unfortunate, but true…threshold insanity is key towards being an artist, writer or otherwise. We might not all be able to be artists, but we can all be insane. Making it therefore the first step towards BEING an artist.
Concern for how the work will be received is the number one detriment to art. It’s not about how the audience feels. It’s not about the audience at all. It has been, and always will be, about the artist….and making the audience reckon with it.
Art is therefore not a democracy. It’s a mother fucking dictatorship.