tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094777351066321538.post7046115746803930535..comments2023-06-16T03:45:48.781-07:00Comments on Persist: The Blog: IN A FUNKPeter Clothierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094777351066321538.post-38911474369213587832010-07-08T15:01:39.543-07:002010-07-08T15:01:39.543-07:00JANICE TIEKEN SAID:
I agree with Jean and had the...JANICE TIEKEN SAID:<br /><br />I agree with Jean and had the same thought when I first read this. All artists, including writers, depend on an audience and some form of remuneration from them. That feels like we have had our power taken away for we are not in charge of that. Letting go of what others will do about what we do requires some kind of diligence, if letting go can be paired with effort, a seeming contradiction of ideas. But it is hard not to forget our many successes that came before, and you have many. The surgeon has a good day if he saves a life and he goes forward. Writing, even for non-writers, is one of the best aids to lift a down mood or conflicted state of mind. In your case, it's like 2 cures: work and write both. One of the hardest things to do when we are down is remember to be kind to ourselves.Peter Clothierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094777351066321538.post-91093917702659717852010-07-08T09:38:34.874-07:002010-07-08T09:38:34.874-07:00Often, when I feel sick and weary and cynical in m...Often, when I feel sick and weary and cynical in my soul, I'm actually mostly tired in my body. It occurs to me that 'selling' yourself and your work, however much you enjoy it, is particularly hard work for a sensitive, creative person and must take a huge amount out of you. So take good care of yourself!Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094777351066321538.post-29338183997774633122010-07-07T17:37:30.823-07:002010-07-07T17:37:30.823-07:00I have finally figured out who I am at the age of ...I have finally figured out who I am at the age of 64.....an old man in funk or joy, who rises at dawn and walks the county trail in all weather, observing all growth---coming and going, and say good morning to all passers by and give dog treats to the fur'd ones....sometimes laugh and always think of poetry between the still places.MandThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14561334713342973568noreply@blogger.com