“Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.” – Nick Miller
There are a million different reasons to write something. The narcissistic belief that what you have to say is important to others, the selfless ideal of helping save this world through art and beauty…
Fame. Money. Love.
Heartbreak. Depression. Solitude.
All of them are important reasons.
But there’s something about writing just to write, writing to get the words out of your head…
Writing because that’s what you do. Writing because you won’t have it any other way.
If you feel strongly about something, then you can write about it.
All you have to do is silence all the other voices that keep telling you stuff like people won’t like it (who cares?) or it won’t sell(again, who cares?) or it’s been done before(everything’s been done before, or so it seems until something new comes along).
Just write. Type those damn words. There will come a day when you’ll be thankful for that.
Artistically bankrupt. Also known as writer’s block for writers, screenwriters, and poets. Also known as having no clue what to do for painters, singers, dancers, etc.
What can you do about it? I mean, you stare at a blank page for so long that your head gets dizzy and still nothing good happens. You may write a few sentences but soon delete them.
Well.. just stop. Yeah, stop. No, no, I mean it. Stop. Now, go out and live life. I know it sounds like a scary thing to do, but you must. It’s for your art. Go out there and live. Meet new people, do exciting stuff. Fall in love, be a douchebag, get dumped, get your heart broken, then write about that. Or sing about it. Or paint your pain away.
This is the thing.
Consuming art is a way to escape reality.
Creating art is a way to recreate reality, give it a different meaning, or simply immortalize it.
Regardless, you must spend some time in this world, in the real world, doing stuff, for this whole artist thing to work.
Sorry, there’s no way to go around it.
So go out there and have fun. Or at least try to.
I’ve said it on more than one occasion. I am NOT a fan of Disney ‘s Star Wars. They feel shallow movies, without vision and a soul. It gives you a feeling that a bunch of producers stood in an office and thought: ”How can we make a lot of money out of this movie?”. And this is Disney’s Star Wars: a collection of beautifully made SCI-FI movies, without a soul and with a lot of elements to hit strong different box office markets. Continue reading
“When talented people write badly, it’s generally for one of two reasons: Either they’re blinded by an idea they feel compelled to prove or they’re driven by an emotion they must express.
When talented people write well, it is generally for this reason: They’re moved by a desire to touch the audience.”
― Robert McKee
To paraphrase Stephen King, we writers are notoriously bad at understanding our own craft. We have absolutely no idea why some days we write shit, while others we write brilliant first drafts. All we know is to sit at our desks and do our thing.
But I do have to agree with the fact that, even though writing is the most lonely of human experiences, its sole purpose is to make someone else feel less lonely.
Think about it. Continue reading
Million Dollar Baby (2004)
Director: Clint Eastwood
Writers: Paul Haggis (screenplay), F.X. Toole (stories)
Stars: Hilary Swank, Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman
A determined woman works with a hardened boxing trainer to become a professional.
I was never a fan of happy endings. I never truly believed in them. So when I watched Million Dollar Baby, I had mixed feelings. On one had I was touched by the powerful emotions, but one the other hand I loved the darker tone. One that didn’t have happy ending. Continue reading
Artists never create art for what they might find. Some want to free themselves from nightmares, others want to inspire, or raise questions, or make people understand the world around them. Some want to entertain, others want to get rich, but it seems to me that no matter our reason for choosing to become artists, we all find more happiness in the stories or paintings or songs we create than we find in the real world. This is the sad truth: artists choose to live with one eye always closed to the world, the here and the now, and use that awareness to see what others can’t.
Inside the artist’s soul there is always a part that feels no remorse or fear when it comes to all that is dark in human nature. It seems to me that a part of the artist’s soul gets damaged to such an extent that it grows impervious to pain, heat, or cold. Like a scar.” Continue reading