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How to beat procrastination (part 2)Most of the excuses for not drawing is lacking of ideas. On part 1 of this journal I explained why I find it useful to keep a notebook with you, and to write down your ideas whenever possible.365-DaysOfDoodles
This second part is about developing the habit of drawing. Hope you find it useful!
Create the habit of drawing
First thing to know about creating new habits is that it works kinda like inertia law:
"An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted on by an unbalanced force. An object in motion continues in motion."
Which means that the more you postpone your drawings the more you'll feel like delaying them. This procrastination abyss can be endless. For instance, I didn't draw anything in 2013 until the end of August when I bought my fi
evictiongod shut the door0hgravity
shut the door
it all comes streaming
back in like it belongs
like you belong here
in this room
mine once upon a time
but it smells of you and
every item remembers you
and talks to me:
"hey remember when
you lied to her about where
you were so you could stop by
her favorite junk store and buy her
me? Remember how she picked me up
in the aisle and turned me in her hands like she already
owned me and had memories attached to me and you
knew right then and there you had to get me back to her.
you have to laugh at the irony."
it all up
because christmas is over
and your tinsel is everywhere
and I'm cluttered, tangled
falling for you
give this room-- me
7 tips for the 21 year old meimaginism
7 TIPS FOR THE 21-YEAR-OLD ME by Bobby Chiu
When I was a student in college working on my skills as a character designer, I’d had periods where I would sit at my desk working as hard as I could but having little to show for my efforts at the end of the day. I remember sitting there surrounded by blank pieces of paper, trying to come up with an amazing style that nobody had ever seen before. I would do one drawing and not be satisfied, so I would lay a new piece of paper over it, re-draw it with slight changes to features here and there. This would still not be good enough so I would put another piece of paper over my revision, make more minor adjustments trying to perfect this new style I was searching for.
I did this for weeks on end, tweaking and polishing over and over, working hard every day. But in the end, did I come up with a brand new style, something amazing that
MAGGOT- A short storyIzzyMedrano
The boy nestled the hand grenade close to his chest . The deadly explosive felt icy cold even though the afternoon city was feverish with the summer humidity. He feared jostling it, so he walked quickly but with extreme care.
Shesh's bare feet padded as he navigated the rusting tin panels that lined the floor of this particular narrow slum alleyway. He could tell by the denseness of the air -and the smell- that he was very near the bottom levels of the many storied Sun City.
He knew they called it that because you could never see the sun this deep into the lower floors of the slums. It wasn't very clever. He figured that they just didn’t want to call it Slum City.
Cramped old apartment buildings, and scavenged bits of metal and plastic formed a rat warren of tiny overfilled dwellings and markets dozens of floors deep. Every twenty meters or so throughout Sun City, corroded water pipes and hulking bundles of cables crawled through the labyrinth like the roots of banyan tree
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesTyshea
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
validationI went to a poetry slam0hgravity
in a small underground
bar with Poe hanging
on the wall
and Lovecraft framed
I went to a poetry slam
hosted by a tattooed man
by the name of Honest Sam
a dreadlocked poet with a
mistaken for an accent
but the result of
"one too many concussions".
he yelled into the mic,
at the end of my night
(the middle of theirs)
as I was sneaking
out the doors--
It won't teach you
how to write.
he is right,
in my heart of
slipping out of the womb
a certificate does not make me
"legit", does not make me exist
does not make