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I’m Seeking My Muse Today

December 8, 2011 by Kiersi

So I’m open to help you move, Mike.

I’ll watch an episode of LOST while cooking hash browns and maple-pineapple sausage.

Why not butcher hundreds of digital deer at the arcade?

While I’m at it, I’ll send out query letters to two potential literary agents–the talented Elisabeth Weed of Weed Literary, and the fabulously-wonderful sounding Alyssa Henkin of Trident Media Group (and sweat and moan and pull my hair out, hoping I will impress them).

I’ve been beating myself up over and over again the last couple days because I simply don’t feel brilliant. Thank you, Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love, for telling me:

It’s OKAY not to be brilliant every day. It’s OKAY to not have every word be a masterpiece.

It’s not your fault.

And thanks to Austen Woods for showing me this wonderful TED talk.

A new way to think about creativity


2 Comments »

  1. Austen says:

    Holy hell, maple-pineapple sausage?! I must sample this delicious sounding meat of the gods!

  2. Jim Snell says:

    Great TED talk. (A lot of those TED talks are.)

    Reminds me a bit of other advice I’ve heard, sometimes attributed to Annie LaMott, sometimes to others – basically saying: allow yourself to write a shitty first draft.

    It’s also a little like the advice, or rule – not sure exactly what it was – that my first photo teacher pounded into our heads: a photographer is not known by what pictures he takes, but by what he shows. And the same is true of writers. Or just about any artists.

    Creativity is a bit of a mystery. One of my favorite quotes about it is from a friend who was a great artist (since gone) and he said this in reference to people asking if he did drugs, or peyote, to get the ideas for his paintings. He said: People with no imagination can’t imagine that anyone can have an imagination. His name, btw, was Blackbear Bosin.

    And, kinda referencing back to the TED talk, Blackbear said what he painted was songs. That with each painting he heard a song. When he had that down on his canvas he knew he had finished.

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