Creating Things That Suck

“Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”~ Andy Warhol

Lately, writing has been a chore. Between writing grants for my job and on the side in a freelance capacity, writing poetry, and writing content for this blog, I feel strapped for time and lack the mental space for new, interesting ideas. I barely have time to consume other content that might inspire an idea for my own content. Last week in particular, I felt an intense desire to discontinue this blog because I felt I had nothing interesting or important to say.

Therein lies the fatal flaw of so many artists: the belief that our art and/or voices don’t matter.

Because our beliefs often manifest as truth, the idea that our voices don’t matter can become a self-fulfilling prophesy. In a moment of doubt, I caught myself thinking, “What’s the point?” only to immediately scold myself. If I think I have no worth as a writer, I have no worth as a writer, simple as that. If I want to be a writer but stop writing, I’ve taken myself out of the game. And the only reason I would take myself out of the game is the fear of not being good enough. If there’s one thing I never want is to do, it’s live a life rooted in fear.