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I’m a writer. I’m a visual artist. I know. I know. I hate those people too. There seem to be a lot of lawyer/writers and doctor/writers and musician/visual artists and actor/singers.
Let me assure you: I can’t sing or act or play an instrument. I have no interest in lawyering or doctoring (well, hmmm…never mind about that). I really have no interest in the performing arts except as a viewer of film and theater.
But, can I complain for just a moment about being pulled in two directions artistically?
I have one novel written that I’m trying to get an agent to represent. I’ve started the second novel which I feel an odd urgency to get it written already. I have a two person art show that I have to hang on Memorial Day weekend. So, let’s recap: find agent, write 2nd novel, make art for show. Good god…what have I gotten myself into?
I spent too much time wondering about my art show and too little time making art and now I feel a crunch. I really need to be painting almost every evening after work and get some in on the weekends that I spend in Asbury Park.
I often wonder how other people pulled into two or three or four directions creatively do it?
I’m also a procrastinator which makes things a little harder.
Okay, complaining is done.
I’m a writer. I’m a visual artist. I know. I know. But, I get to tell my stories in two different ways.
