No Maybe About It: The Truth About Making Things Happen

This is a guest post by Kelly Diels.

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Maybe you’re an artist. Maybe you’re an artisan. Maybe you’re a writer (or you want to be).

Yes, let’s say you’re a writer.

(Because even if you’re an artist, entrepeneur, and crafter, you also need to be a writer. Your online world demands it. It demands About Pages and bios and blog posts. And it demands good ones.)

So maybe you’re a writer. (No maybe about it.) Maybe you share space with your family. Maybe space is tight. Maybe the only place with space to write is the teeny-tiny desk at the centre of an itsy-bitsy living room.

(Maybe this sounds like your place? I know it sounds like mine.)

And maybe people – your family, their friends, your friends – are coming and going, coming and going, coming and going.

Maybe it’s hard to concentrate.

No maybe about it.

So maybe you’d be forgiven for thinking that finishing your magnum opus – or starting it! – is impossible in these conditions.

Maybe you need your own space…preferably a well-appointed, well-lit, well-equipped workspace NOT populated by other creatures who share strands of your DNA. A quiet space. A space without a phone to ring when your boss wants you to work an extra shift. Because of course in this fantasy space, you don’t have a job. Or a boss. Or distractions. Or bills to pay, kids and cats to feed, and a spouse and laundry to do.

(Strike the second-to-last item from that list. Maybe doing that will help with your creative life.)

(And your relationship.)

(And…everything.)

(No maybe about it.)

And maybe then, maybe when conditions – space, quiet, equipment, money, time, full-body bliss – are ideal, you’ll create. You’ll produce. You’ll make. You’ll make a living.

And maybe angels are singing and the sun is shining and a kitten just slid down a rainbow and handed you a cupcake with a cheque for a million dollars signed by a team of unicorns.

Because they exist. Just like those fantastic conditions for creativity.

But nobody can be expected to create under these circumstances. Your circumstances. The worry about money. What other people will think. The lack of time. The cramped conditions. The crappy tools. The absolute absence of privacy. The demands of family and friends. A society largely hostile to your artistic aspirations.

No, nobody could make masterpieces under those circumstances.

Except maybe Jane Austen.

She did it because she kept doing it. She kept writing and write she did: she wrote Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice and Mansfield Park and Emma and Northanger Abbey and Persuasion at a small desk in a small living room in a small house on a small budget with an even smaller amount of social support. Like, no social support at all…other than perhaps some paternalistic pats on the head. Because she was a lady-writer, y’all! And ladies weren’t writers and writers weren’t ladies!

But genteel Jane Austen was a fighter.

Every artist needs to be a fighter.

And in every fight, your first adversary is not your circumstances. Your enemy is the fantasy that you need any special tool, course, or course of action other than your talent, practice, and perseverance. Your enemy is the fantasy that you need to make a dramatic change – quit your job, get a studio, get rich – to make anything at all.

Your enemy is the fantasy that maybe one day the conditions for creativity will be ideal. And maybe then you’ll get started.

But maybe the conditions for creativity will never be ideal.

And maybe you can do it anyway.

No maybe about it.

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Kelly DielsKelly Diels likes to do it. She’s a wildly hire-able copywriter (bios, About Pages, blog posts, oh my!) and the literary incarnation of Mae West…if Mae West moved to the suburbs, gained baby weight that is now school-age, wrote a feisty blog (Cleavage, it’s a sexy word that means more than you might think), and taught online artists, entrepreneurs and provocateurs how to write. Well.

a {not-so} secret valentine

kiss in the grass
kiss by adam holz

it’s almost valentine’s day. i’m not real sappy… don’t put too much value on this one particular day. a girl gets her expectations up and then realizes that no man (or woman or any such thing) can read your mind to know exactly what kind of romance you’d like on this one special day. not to say that i don’t believe in true love, just not the kind of true love that culminates in a 24 hour love fest.

but kelly diels, who writes a blog – cleavage – i think you should all check out when you’re feeling sassy, gave a challenge to write a secret, or not-so-secret, valentine. i thought, maybe at this particular point in my life, this particular valentine’s day, that’s exactly what i need to do.

holga kiss by flyingboots!
kiss by flyingboots!

dear scoutie boy:

things have been rough. we love our daughter madly but it has been hard to love each other. my heart has been tried to the point of breaking many, many times in the last 19 months. but we press on. i just want you to know that i have hope and a lot of love left to give.

and i know that you do to.

i’m not going to expect a knight in shining armor anymore and i hope you can lower your expectations a bit too, and we can just expect to communicate & be friends. with friendly kisses and laughter and love.

we can learn a new set of expectations together and grow as husband & wife, mom & dad. together.

love always,
your scoutie girl

love is actually all around
love is actually all around by catbagan

do you need to write a secret valentine this year? think about what your heart most needs to say. and maybe write it down. or create it.