My writer friend: Just how serious are you about it?
"It is not enough for a man to feel the divine flame burning in him; unless he goes into the concentrated, slogging business of learning the techniques of expression, his genius will be of no use to anyone." —Oswald Chambers
My writer friend: Just how serious are you about it? "It is not enough for a man to feel the divine flame burning in him; unless he goes into the concentrated, slogging business of learning the techniques of expression, his genius will be of no use to anyone." —Oswald Chambers
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.”
—Mary Oliver
There is no other way work of artistic worth can be done. And the occasional success, to the striver, is worth everything. The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.
Mary Oliver • Mary Oliver: The Artist’s Task
Writing is active. It requires your fully conscious self. You need to show up and show us your gift. Until you do that, you’re just practicing in private. Playing around. Kidding yourself. Don’t do that.
Jeff Goins • You Are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One)
One writes out of one thing only—one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.
James Baldwin • Notes of a Native Son
None of it will do a damn bit of good if you can't sit down and open the pipeline to your Muse. The artist's journey is about that. Nothing else matters. Nothing else counts.
Steven Pressfield • The Artist's Journey: The Wake of the Hero's Journey and the Lifelong Pursuit of Meaning
One writes out of one thing only—one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.