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I want to tell a story but does it matter if no one’s listening?

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When you can’t sleep because you’ve got an unfinished project that you’ve spent over 7 years working on and you don’t know if you ever will finish it

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Bup.

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Rainy days are the best because it makes it more acceptable to not get out of bed. Being productive? Nah, not necessary. If you even get out of bed it’s like you did everything you need to do. Congrats! Reward yourself for getting out of bed with a nice nap!

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Being so scared that you just want to hide under your blanket isn’t a good reason not to do things. Ugh. I’ll try and do things tomorrow. Today, the blanket won.

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I love this character but I kind of think she’s the grim reaper of art careers. Every time I see her I know something is going to blow up (or go up in smoke, if you’d like a pun) She just looks like trouble. When I think of life goals not working out, I invision Marla.

Marla… the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep. Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher

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This is how I’m feeling today.

Does anyone else ever take a nap just so you don’t have to deal with all the chili spilled all over your floor?

I submitted some poems to a literary magazine and a screenplay to a writing competition. It would be nice not to get rejected, but it feels impossible to win right now. It feels like floor chilli.

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Artists Anonymous (AA)

I’m starting this blog because my art life feels like a cartoon dumpster fire. All my friends are becoming successful and I’m still getting mediocre ratings on my work (or less than) It’s like my soul has diarrhea, I’m trying to express myself and it’s a big gross mess. So, I thought, fuck it- I can’t be the only one that feels like I’m going nowhere. And don’t even famous artists have stories about how they struggled and no one loved them? And didn’t some of those same artists overcome a lot of the trash holding them back? 

Don’t we all have the occasional project gone crack-brained or shit garbage dumpster fire of a disaster? 

I knew an actor who didn’t tell anyone he had epilepsy and had a seizure while driving for a scene shot in midtown Manhattan during rush hour. The only thing the producer could assure was that “no limbs were lost.” Another producer had a live seal nearly impale itself on an iron gate during a commercial shoot.

These things happen. Sometimes they’re dramatic, and sometimes they’re not. Whatever your experiences are- big, small, high-drama or a slow, simmering seething kind, I welcome you to share your frustrations. Whether you are a painter, filmmaker, actor/actress, dancer, writer, musician, designer, I am here for you to let loose your hopes, dreams, and all the things that you think are getting in your way. Things get in the way all the time. Let’s not be quiet about them. Let’s blast them out of our motherfucking way. If you’re facing any conflict or conundrum, any artists block, or anyone that’s keeping you from making your art (the way you want to make it), send me a message here and tell me about it. This is a safe, non-judgmental, anonymous space. Think of it as an AA for artists.