Joan Didion expressed similar sentiments to me just this morning:
You know things are going well with your writing when you’ve used Time Machine’s backup FIVE TIMES in the span of one day.
Thanks to Elizabeth Gilbert‘s “Big Magic” (and a lot of therapy) … I’m over the idea that artists or creators should be tortured.
“I believe that enjoying your work with all your heart is the only truly subversive position left to take as a creative person these days,” Gilbert writes. “It’s such a gangster move, because hardly anybody ever dares to speak of creative enjoyment aloud, for fear of not being taken seriously as an artist.”
Conveniently enough (LOL), I’m already not taken seriously as an artist, and I love any white girl who tells me how to be gangster, so I don’t mind saying this: I had a LOT of FUN writing today.
Yes … FUN!
The word “fun” used to trigger me like you wouldn’t believe. I refused to admit I had fun. Ever. I didn’t want anyone – least of all me – to think I was enjoying something as crazy as … work. Or life, for that matter. I always had this strange sense like if I succumbed to fun, I’d get “in trouble.”
(Replaced that pattern. Thank you NLP!)
And hell yes, I’m at home on a Saturday night, chilling in my bathrobe with my word art and my pink hula hoop and my kombucha and one pretty badass 12-year-old white shih-tzu.
And you know what? I’m … happy.
No red carpet ever made me feel this good.
Tho productive … and hula happy! Especially if Petey keeps sending the checks.
Since Juliar also just posted that she’s going to Miami, the Caribbean, and BVI over the next three months – resort wear suggestions, please! – I’m sure we’ll be seeing Experiments in Crappiness sometime next year.
Bon voyage, Donkey, and fuck your word art!