So, I’ve been working on my new book—the one for artists—for the past week. Well, almost a week. I’m on a roll here, but my confidence still ebbs and flows. Though, I think I’m just learning to accept that. So what if I don’t think I’m amazing? Who really does, anyway? I mean, I do know people who think they are totally amazing, and they annoy me. And what’s the line between having healthy confidence and being a narcissist? I don’t know. I constantly worry I’m a narcissist! Does that even make sense?
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Man Out of Time
Sorry about that; I’m neither man nor woman, but I love Elvis Costello, and that’s a great song. I love his high-pitched screaming that bookends the beginning and the end of that song. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.
Continue readingOn the Condition of a White Professor
Okay, let’s have a conversation about how trying your best is good enough. I write this as someone who believes this theory. Yet, I beat myself up for nearly everything I do because I always think I can try harder. It winds up being a very tall order.
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Today, I posted a rant on the artist network I belong to. It was about my name. However, a friend of mine advised me to put it on my blog instead. Thanks, Kelly. Good advice. Now I’ve limited the number of people who have to read it. It’s not important or anything, but I was commiserating with other artists who have a hard time with people who misunderstand their names. That, or misspelling, or mispronouncing it, which all kinda suck.
Continue readingArt, School, Cults, and New Friends
So far this month, my head has been pretty deep into school. Lots of reading, lots of writing. It’s okay, though; this is one of the harder classes I’ll have to do…I think.
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