Writing

Brilliant and Prolific

I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
... ugh!

We have begin our collective journey into The Artist's Way at Reflections. For the last three years, I have assigned a book for us to read together. This year we will spend two weeks on each chapter and seek ways to integrate the work within our ongoing practices. I originally read this book for the first time almost ten years ago

So this morning, I began with the first of the exercises. I wrote about how brilliant and prolific I was as a writer. Omigod! You would have thought I was claiming rights to the Nobel prize in physics! The "shadow artist" as Cameron calls the Censor, raised her head up and began reciting so much claptrap. She could not get any traction with the quality of my writing ability so she went for the jugular on prolific.

If you are so f@king prolific, how come your blogs are so few and far between? And how come you haven't finished that crappy book you go on and on about?

At first I simply answered back with evidence of my recent blog writing. But then something hit me. The reason I am stalled on my book has nothing to do with whether I am brilliant or prolific. I am stalled because I burned out writing my book without taking time to feed my inner artist.

My problem is not quality or quantity. My problem is I do not nurture my artist self.

So I stopped explaining or defending myself. I instead crafted a response that affirmed exactly what I need.

I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
.... yeah!

And that made all the difference in the world.

Because ... I am a brilliant and prolific writer ... who takes the time to nurture her gifts.

Ashe!

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