It's not as hard as you think. And therein lies the problem...
In psychology there’s a term called the Confidence – Competence Loop. My way of interpreting it in the terms of a writer is that when you boost yourself up on your current level of confidence and write slightly outside your comfort zone, you develop your skills and gain competence, which in turn boosts your confidence.... Continue Reading →
This article gave me a greater sense of clarity on a few issues I've been having lately. Recommended read for any creatives who are feeling overwhelmed, stressed or blocked. Being creative is the foundation of an artist. Or at least that’s what everyone thinks. So why does being creative feel like work? Finding creativity... Continue Reading →
You don’t have to be crazy to be a writer. But it helps. There's a reason most writers are a little unhinged. Einstein is often quoted for saying insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result. I wonder if he realised he was describing a typical day for a writer. Every... Continue Reading →
'You can see everything from up here'. I grab for Jimmy's shirt as he leans forward, hips against the ledge and his top half leaning out over the edge looking down to the street three storeys below. 'Geez, Jim. Come on. Quit fooling around' I yank him back, hard as I can. We have a... Continue Reading →
Writer's Mind '..Trust and patience will get me where I want to be and who is to say I haven't achieved what I set out to do, other than me...'
Writers are never satisfied with their work. We're the hardiest person to please, even if it's ourselves that we're trying to placate. Left to our own devices we'd never have anything for anyone to read because we'd never be 100 percent truly satisfied and happy with what we've written. We can always find a thread... Continue Reading →
FWJ #5 '..But in quiet moments his compulsion is not to count. In quiet moments he flicks the tips of each finger on his left hand, as fast as he can...'
Free Writing Journal #2 '...Straight backed, my briefcase resting on my knees, I feel like my father, can imagine him sitting in the exact same chair after getting exact same call. I was never an easy child. I see me when I look at my boy and it makes me cringe. Which makes me feel guilty. Which makes me try harder to do better for him. Which isn't such a bad thing I guess...'