There’s a phrase for what just happened there in the headline. It’s called “Link-bait.” It’s a headline that makes you want to click, especially if you’re a certain type of person. In this case, it tends to work if you’re the kind of person who wishes they were productive creatively, or more productive creatively, or what-have-you.
You can find posts like this all over the internet (like, 657 million of them, no joke). And usually it all boils down to the same things:
– Learn
– Brainstorm
– Plan
– Do the work
Seriously though, and not to say that those aren’t great steps, or that however YOUR article about creativity words them is better, you know what the real issue is?
You’re not doing the work.
That’s it. That’s all it comes down to. Are you doing the work? Are you writing? Are you painting? Are you creating? Are you programming?
Or are you just engaged as part of the not-so-insignificant audience for these things that wishes they could, but won’t actually ever get around to doing the work?
You don’t need more articles like these. You need follow-through.
Me too.
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On fighting debbie-downerism
Well married.
Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
– Henry Ward Beecher
I came across this quote while digging for another. It rings so true for my life — I’m well-married, and it’s like having wings.
I always try to evaluate the source of a quote prior to posting. Here’s the Wikipedia page for this guy. It makes the quote sad.
Reading
I love reading. I love the adventure of going to a different world, sometimes literally, sometimes not. I love seeing how different characters react to different situations. I love interacting with someone else’s ideas about how the world works.
If you haven’t yet, start reading your first book of 2014. It’ll totally be worth it.
The New Year
Another quote from Eric Peters’ latest album, this time the New Year:
This is the year when laughter douses charred and burnt-out dreams
This is the year when wrens return to nest in storm-blown trees
Is this the year of relocation from boughs of old despair?
This is the year to perch on hope’s repair
Oh, oh, oh it’s a new year.
Oh, oh, oh it’s a brand new light.
Oh, oh, oh can you believe it?
It’s the skies that we dream of.