feeling too stupid to even write a postcard.
Being creative (by which i mean ..well…creating something) is not about impressing others. It’s not about getting “clicks” on some internet site. (which basically only benefits the site’s owner). It’s about doing something for yourself. The one you are really serving by creating, may it be a picture, a painting, a poem, a new joke, some crosstitching, a video, a gif, whatever..is yourself. And the only one you’re competing against - is yourself, too. You will be your harshest critic - and, if you’re lucky, your biggest fan, too. You are your own biggest obstacle - and the means to blast through that obstacle, too. You don’t need the newest gadget. You don’t need that fancy notebook, and you don’t need that “diploma” to do what you love.P.s. : that is’nt meant to say “don’t share your works with others”- getting feedback ( and even if that feedback is some “clicks” or “likes” or “reblogs”) is highly motivating. And publishing on the internet is ( for most of us) the only likely way to get an audience.
"The pornographers stole real sex and made it frantic. Frantic women with frantic improbable breasts, trashing about as if tossed in a lifeboat in a force ten gale. They hurtle into Frantic orgasms at the sight of a man, half blind on Viagra, fiddling with himself; they squeal and shout and sigh, though most of us, confronted by a woman making such a racket in our own beds would immediatly desist and chuck her out or speak soothingly and call a doctor."
Michael Bywater, “the rise of frantic sex and how to resist it” in idler no. 40
The antidote: idle languor, where ” It is not only permissible to fall asleep afterwards, but before and indeed during. The proceedings may be interrupted for, or substituted by, a cup of tea.”