Book agent Betsy Lerner watched the excellent movie Once and was awed and mystified that such a simple story—a musical, no less—ever got greenlighted by the green-light-wielders. But it did!
What’s the lesson? Do your work. Just do your fucking work. You want to write about a mushroom cap, write a about a mushroom cap. The other day I saw a photo of some sculpture that’s at the bottom of the ocean and you have to scuba dive to see it. Right on! I mean this is a gigantic world. Make your sandscape. Make your horse out of tape. I knew a girl who sculpted with butter. Write your epic, toe your name in the sand.
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I’ve been shooting off in some unusual writing directions lately. Ocean exploration is featured. So, separately, is fiction. To the casual observer, these things might seem totally discontinuous with previous endeavors. This little post gave me the juice I needed to stick to my guns for another day and ignore the internalized voice that forever screams, there are more sure fire ways to make money. That little voice, by the way, doesn’t know what it’s talking about, because there are no sure-fire ways to make money in creative work. Point being: Make the thing you need to make.