There are a lot of people out there who think that you have to suffer in order to create real art. For a long time I thought so myself. I think there’s something about the definition of the artist… a misunderstood individual with a reckless behavior, prone to addictions and depression, all that stuff. And there are numerous examples of writers, painters, singers, whose lives were terrible. Continue reading
I spent half of today going through my “Projects” folder. It was quite enjoyable. In that folder I keep all the stuff I ever wrote… including the first short story I ever uploaded on a forum. That was eight years ago.
Anyway. I did this because I’m trying to figure out what to work on next. I’ve always struggled with this: I simply have too many ideas. Continue reading