“I won’t have a tool with me now that I sent it away. Hopefully it won’t take too long. It could take a couple of weeks.,” Denny has sent his jack knife in for repair.
“Apparently my legs will get better. But it sure doesn’t feel that way today,” Denny has been telling me about his sore thighs for the past two days. He did squats.
I’m staring at a blank page on my computer. I think I have writer’s block.
“Maybe I shouldn’t try to become a world renowned writer. Maybe I should just write for fun.”
“Yes. You don’t need to become a world renowned writer. It’s like being a musician. If you spend your life trying to become a world renowned musician, you’ll be wasting your life. Just have fun. Do what you enjoy. You don’t always have to be a world renowned success. In fact, you’ll probably have a better life if you just write because you enjoy it. You’ll be happier.”
“I think you’re right.”
On the other hand, I remember an art class I took. In my opinion the artist could have been a world renowned artist, if he only put his mind to it. His paintings of architecture were stunning. But he refused to take himself seriously.
He actually told our class he never expects to be a success. He paints for the joy of it. He works as an architect part of the year and the rest of the time he spends in Europe, painting, en plain air. What a life.
He is also told us, “Use cheap paper. You’re not afraid to mess up then, because you can throw it away and start over.”
I use the best, most expensive paper, thinking that one day I might produce that masterpiece and it has to be on archival quality paper.
Do I need to change my approach? But that will mean I need to change myself. Be more like Denny. Use cheap paper.