Getting Started - by Wendy DeRaud
Feb 05, 2018
I'm just wondering....
Are you are sitting there on the other end of this technological gizmo thinking that you aren't doing what you really want to be doing, and what you really want and need desperately to do is to _______ (paint, draw, write, sing, fill in the blank) and how can you ever get to that place if you spend your time surfing websites? Well welcome, thanks for being here anyway.
That's why I'm here too. I understand.
If you have ever made art you know this to be true; if we're not making art, we know we want to. We go to galleries and look at other artists' works, and we either say, "I wish I could do that, I can only draw stick figures." Or, "I could do that," but don't. We read books by authors we love and we read books on how to write or how to paint or how to take photos, but our art supplies gather dust on the shelf. Our journal pages draw a blank.
That's how it's been for me, writing this blog. It was about 2 months ago when I decided that I want to get back to writing, and to write blog posts for this website. I pulled out my copy of, Walking on Water, Madeline L'Engle's reflections on art and faith. I pulled up my copy of Brenda Ueland's book, If You Want to Write, on my Kindle and began going through it again. I reread Anne Lamott's Classic, Bird by Bird. All great books, all beautifully written and inspiring. To a point.
Because what happened to me was that my mind began playing tricks on me. Funny how the mind works. Reading these brilliant writers didn't inspire me as much as it brought out every one of my arguments against my writing:
"She wrote this well when she was 40, and has been continuing since then, I'm only getting started and could never get caught up!" or,
"See, I've already become too self-conscious!", or,
"Why does the world need one more book? And why mine?" And especially,
"What's the point if I don't have an audience?" (Translate: can't become famous).
The tyrants of comparison were rearing their ugly heads.
I watched my inspiration shut down with each book I read. It was dawning on me that I should stop reading them, and my husband told me the same thing, to just write, just start.
Tune in tomorrow as I proceed on this exploration of finding creative expression, working through blocks, and finding the forms and mediums and pure motivation to dive into this wonderful world of the creative imagination.