TMM: Is It Ever Enough?

Leonardo DaVinci’s last words were:

I have offended God and Mankind by doing so little with my life.

We really are our worst critics, aren’t we? We see the worst in ourselves. We stare at a mirror and all we see staring us back are flaws an faults and mistakes and so, so much to regret.

But isn’t this what keeps us going?

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TMM: For The Love of Art

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”Ray Bradbury

Artists are artists because they want to create beauty. It’s as simple as that. This creative urge, the decision to spend precious time writing, painting, dancing, singing, it is nothing more than our desire to leave something behind. A trace. Proof that, indeed, we were here. We were alive. We did not live in vain. Continue reading TMM: For The Love of Art

TMM: Solitude

“Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile. Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.”Emil Cioran

It’s my honest belief that people aren’t built to be alone. Most people can’t stand silence. The world grows noisier and faster every day. We rarely stop and look around, we rarely try to spend time alone, to figure things out for ourselves.

“Why?” is the one question that makes us more human than any other, and we’ve stopped asking it. We don’t care.

But artists are different. Continue reading TMM: Solitude

TMM: Write, write, write

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“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”
Isaac Asimov

In my humble opinion, there are two main rules to becoming a writer: read a lot and write a lot. You can’t do one without the other, no matter how much you try. Fiction writing is different than any other kind of writing, and there’s a point in knowing the conventions of the genre before you can break them.

But today’s post is about writing. A lot. Continue reading TMM: Write, write, write

TMM: The Real Professional

If you only worked out when you felt like it, it would be as if you didn’t work out much at all. No one could see it, actually.

If you only wrote/painted/danced when you felt like it, then…

Inspiration and motivation are not as important as we like to believe. It’s not the words that bleed out of you that make the difference. They’re the icing on top, the spices and herbs… can’t survive by eating them.

It’s habit that keeps you going. It’s rehearsing over and over again until you feel like falling apart, it’s editing that novel until you hate it and can’t stand to read it again. It’s gruesome. It’s not pretty, but then again the lifestyles of the rich and famous are not as glamorous as we’d like to believe. It’s not all parties and travel and yachts, you know.

I wish it were different, but it’s not.

TMM: The Parts No One Claps For

Greatness is not a singular moment. It’s not the punch that knocks out your opponent, not the penalty kick, not the moment you deliver the acceptance speech for your Nobel Prize…

Greatness is not the world record breaking sprint…

Greatness is not what others see…

It’s all the parts that lead up to that sprint or punch or kick…

The parts that no one claps for. Continue reading TMM: The Parts No One Claps For