- If you haven’t noticed I recently wrote a promotional article that promoted a new social media platform called TSU.
Which is a social network that pays creators to make anything they want and get paid for their content. So long as it’s original material that is made by the member who posts it. I’ve practically dropped all of my other outlets for this place because it’s a supportive community. Not to mention there are no biases with algorithms that sabotage ones exposure for the sake of the mighty dollar. 💵
Which mind you, is a game I have played and still reaped no rewards from.
- Now to be fair, maybe my content was to lame for society to embrace but believe me you, I have seen much worse do so much better with so very little.
On TSU I don’t have that problem and it’s the best platform for a creator like me to be. However, this has revealed something about me that I hadn’t noticed before. While caught up in building up material for the site I ended up finding myself on the illustration side of things. Posting random sketches that were released right after they were done. Everything was going great, people were loving it, they were impressed and I was on cloud 9.
Until, one day I wasn’t and the reason was because I drew something that I was unexpectedly inspired by.
- A character that spoke to the writer in me and took me away from the creative flow I had going.
Now, at first you would think this is great because now I have something new to write. Except my intention was just to create random drawings that I could share online. Meaning, I wanted to keep it simple and do something besides my main interest. Something I could enjoy for fun in order to take a breather from my norm. Unfortunately, my writers side didn’t allow me to just let it go.
As if my love for creating story overwhelmed my discipline to steer clear as it all came to me at once.
Story writers know what I am talking about and this to me was both a good and bad thing. Because I got side tracked from personal time to continue doing what I was meant to do in this world. Which is great considering I got a new concept to work on. But comes at the cost of everywhere else I wanted to place my focus. Forcing me to acknowledge the helpless devoted reality writers must face on a daily basis.
Making me wonder if this is how it will be for the rest of my life. 🤷🏽
Just endless concepts bookmarked to collect dust until they are ready to be molded into a completed written work. With the rest of my skill sets taking a back seat to it at all times. Fortunately, the one thing I can appreciate about this is that I’m still capable of having a good idea. Considering the last time I had one was over a year ago and had me wondering for a moment.
Because I think a writers biggest fear is to find themselves stuck in creative purgatory.
Something I never pictured myself experiencing as novelist. But that thing is REAL and I suppose the best fix for such a thing is change. Because my first theory was that there was stuff going on in my life and around me that was just keeping me too down to put pen to paper (or in my case, fingers to key pads). So, I give writers props who can thrive in such a cold world and still pull through. For my journey seems to be taking vulnerable turns at the moment that affect my creative process.
I guess I should feel fortunate that I’m still capable but the whole turning it on and off thing is what really bugs me. 👀
Because my philosophy is: Do what you love ❤️
But lately it feels more like: Give yourself over to what you love 💞
Which I am not a fan of considering structure is very important in getting ahead. But I wonder if structure is even possible for a story writer. Considering how messy you know we can be in our creative environments. I suppose the journey will reveal itself to me when that time comes. I’m hoping there some way to tackle this struggle and take charge of such a wandering mind state.
I’m thinking meditation, what would you recommend?
Written by Antonio Westley