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And I guess part of the problem is that it’s hard to judge if your own self-belief has a sound basis; the lunatic and the genius alike isn’t understood in their own lifetime, and we only get to hear about the geniuses (Blake, for example).
I like to think I’m more Beatles than the Cheeky Girls, but … well, what if I’m not ? An alarming thought, as it’s easy to think ‘ah well, 133 publishers rejected ‘Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’ or whatever, and assume other people don’t know jack.
Though on the other hand, just believing in yourself and doing nowt, or cultivating the tormented bit without being creative and/or a genius is no good. You have to make yourself be in that right place at that right time, with the ability to do something about it. Hell, even Darius got out of bed and went to that round of PopStars.
Having dabbled in stand-up comedy in London on and off over the years, the rise of Jimmy Carr strikes me as a good example; I don’t think he’s necessarily any better or worse than a large number of comedians, but he’s now all over TV like a rash, presenting Have I Got News For You, appearing on US chat shows, etc (all of which I presume are things which are on his ‘to do’ list, not necessarily mine, but chacun a son whatsit), and I think a large factor in this is because at almost every open mic night I attended for a while, he was there. He did the legwork.
You can want it as much as you like, but until you get off the arse (or onto it, in the case of writing that novel or screenplay or triolet or whatever) and do the necessary, you might as well be whistlin Dixie. Or Pixie. |
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