When I'm in a rut with art or writing, it often helps me to look back on my previous works. This method isn't just a testament to the progress I've made, it can be an eye-opening reminder of what I used to be into—or more into than I am today.
This guy is from several years ago when I became deeply inspired by Polynesian deigns. I wanted to try my hand at carrying the style into game characters, my own original tattoos, and I even tried dinosaurs. Some designs worked better than others. I still toy with this style today, but I don't have as strong a grip on it as I used to.
Because I stopped practicing.
Some skills make an easy return when I revisit them, and others take time. If I practiced drawing as often as I have been writing, my first few Inktober drawings last month would have been more advanced. It took a few days to get back into the groove. Even then, some of my older designs showed off a level of skill I struggled to achieve this year. It's frustrating, but it's my own fault for letting those skills go stale.
I'm not sure I could be one of those authors who pumps out a new book every couple of months. After I graduated with my animation degree, I learned quickly that I didn't want to work full time in the industry. The dedication it takes to work tirelessly on the same project and disappear during crunch times just didn't vibe with my lifestyle. Freelancing works much better for me.
Focus hard on a project for a short period of time, deliver it to the client. Next.
When I write, I often use the same method. I get obsessive for a short period of time, often until an editing pass or a first draft is finished, then I'm ready to take a break. Go on vacation. Bounce back to pen and ink for a while. I understand this method may not work for everyone, but it works well for me.
In any creative industry, dedication is key. I admire those who love their craft so much, they have no trouble staying hunched over a drawing for twelve straight hours a day, or locking themselves in a room for a week until their manuscript is finished.
That's just not how I work. I have to remind myself that I don't have to meet those standards.
If I get published, or choose to do something entirely different with my writing and editing skills, the path needs to conform to me—not the other way around. I've been blessed with the beautiful option to go at my own pace. Not everyone is so lucky. Until I figure out where my creative journey leads, I'll continue to thank God every day for my supportive husband and our lifestyle. I can volunteer twice a week instead of working a bottom rung job to get by, and that's a true blessing.
In all circumstances, be thankful. This is becoming my new mantra.
Keep on smilin'!
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