More action; less talk

“Finished crap can be edited. Unfinished greatness languishes forever. The only bad writing is the thing you didn’t write!” ― Margarita Gakis

I vacillate endlessly about my blogging regime; namely, should I write something daily — Seth Godin — or post weekly pieces — Steven Pressfield.

Or should I post something very long, call it an essay and get back to the work in hand?

I think whilst I’m holed up in full-time work, and I’m focused on my creative work, it’s more likely that I’ll blog more frequently. Perhaps not daily but something more than once a week.

I’m always asked where I get my ideas? Truth is, I don’t know. I’m open to whatever arises, which means I could write about my life, work or the environment; I try to stay off the family stuff, if only because I don’t like the idea of talking about people who’ve not expressly given their permission.

Perhaps, though, I should take my guidance from Stephen Jenkinson when he talks about “being troubled aloud”. l love that. And when I say troubled, I don’t mean pissed off — that’s not that productive — but, instead, to shine a light on things that speak loudest to my heart and, in some cases, seem to get little if any coverage across the blogging spectrum.

If there’s a takeaway, to dovetail with the rubric to this post, it’s this: do more stuff (note to self!). And I don’t mean to always battle [y]our procrastination demons for the sake of it. No, if anything, writing, blogging or meaningful work should flow through you without effort — i.e. wu wei.

If it helps, here are a few words of Charles Bukowski that I always find helpful:

So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was. (my emphasis added)

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Back to it.

Blessings,

Julian

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