i tend to start in the middle<\/p>\n\n\n\n
was watching some stuff about toyota on youtube<\/p>\n\n\n\n
been thinking about processes lately. Particularly I\u2019ve been stewing on the idea that being an author, or a painter, or a musician\u2026 is less about you creative output, and more about managing the creative process that produces that output<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2015 Robert Henri<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do I produce? One way of looking at it is the artifacts. Tweets, essays, books. But in some sense these materials are the exhaust of the process. And I feel I\u2019ve been overdue for some time now to zoom out, see the big picture and look at my process. What is my process? I feel a flinchy aversion to describing it, as if describing the process will spoil it somehow. Something about tripping over your own feet. And maybe another part of it \u2013 maybe the stronger part of it \u2013 is some embarrassment about the nature of my process<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tend to start in the middle \u2013 I tend to wake up each day and open up Twitter and see what people are talking about, and often I get some ideas along the way, sometimes some of those ideas are excellent and end up inspiring something good. This is a decent strategy maybe 80% of the time, but sometimes it starts to feel tapped out and I feel it\u2019s time to go deeper somehow, maybe start by reading some books, or\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wrote somewhere recently that I experienced a great relief when I realized that a bunch of my minor misery was downstream of a misunderstanding. Particularly, this was because of a faulty metaphor I was using \u2013 I was describing my notes as \u201cfull of false starts\u201d, which is a sports metaphor that doesn\u2019t actually apply to the creative realm, where there is no starting gun and no particular finish line. Rather, my notes are full of partial sketches, or to put it tautologically, my notes are full of notes!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am now curious to know what other misunderstandings I\u2019m needlessly suffering from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2731<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I still haven\u2019t fully internalized the fact that I now make a living \u2018doing whatever I like\u2019. In several ways this is a childhood dream come true, and yet I don\u2019t wake up every morning ecstatic about this. And I think this \u2013 the disparity between my internal psychological state and the reality I inhabit \u2013 is something of a \u2018failure\u2019. Not something to be ashamed or upset about, but something to investigate with gentle curiosity. Maybe I should call it something else. It\u2019s something of a muddle. Why am I not happy to be living my childhood dream? Why aren\u2019t I leaping with joy and delight every minute, or at least the first thing every morning? Part of it, I think is some kind of \u201csurvivor\u2019s guilt\u201d \u2013 I\u2019ve \u2018made it\u2019, yes, to some degree, but many others who are \u2018deserving\u2019 have not. And I feel that \u2018owe it to them\u2019 to make something of the chance I\u2019ve been given. \u201cDon\u2019t waste your life, Stark<\/a>,\u201d said Yinsen with his dying breath. \u201cEarn this<\/a>,\u201d said Cpt. John Miller to Pte. James Ryan with his. And every day I am always thinking about \u2018the essays I ought<\/em> to be writing\u2019, which fill me with some amount of dread. It\u2019s a lot to live up to. It\u2019s a lot of pressure. I probably put too much pressure on myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, if the roles were reversed \u2013 and I remember very clearly when I was in the trenches of my own battered psyche, struggling to survive day to day, if you had asked me what I would say to one of my kinsmen who made it \u2013 I think I\u2019m genuine when I say, I hope they\u2019re happy. I hope they\u2019re living their best life. Their joy brings me joy. I\u2019m glad that they thought of me, but I don\u2019t want to drag them down with my worries. But that\u2019s the thing about real kinship. We each want the best for the other, and we each want to worry for the other where the other would rather that we fuss less. The question, of course, is how to do it with skill, with grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There\u2019s also a kind of funny paradox where\u2026 being heavily burdened with the perceived obligation to do something tremendous, makes it difficult to actually do it. Wonderful things often have a bit of mischief and recklessness about them. We must make sure to honor the ancestors, the fallen, the lost \u2013 but not every moment of every day, not at the expense of living our lives. That\u2019s not what good ancestors would want. So it dawns on me that some of what is going on here is\u2026 poor ceremony management? A part of me worries that if I simply let go of all this tension, that I might then become some sort of irresponsible, escapist, avoidant, derelict\u2026 vagrant. 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