I’m not an artist, but I have more than a few friends who are, so I thought this might be a good thing to post.
I used to do freelance illustration and gd, this is sound advice.
No free work and get paid on signing the contract. Otherwise they will take ur shit and never pay you.
Never send anything in to be ‘chosen’ unless it’s a comp. If u send any work in they must pay you for it even if they decide they’re ‘not going to use it after all’.
If you are going to do free work (I’d never stop anyone working for free, I still do things that look fun for friends when I can, and can point to things I did that no-one paid me for as things that got me real work further down the line) own it, lock stock and barrel.
Autism, you are not my diagnosis.
You are the garbage bag I got thrown into
When even ADHD didn’t want me anymore.
You are judgmental psychiatrist viewing
Microscope slide me with scalpel eyes
And dissecting with, ‘You are not normal.
Take pills to change who you are.’
Tonight’s Cantab feature is local favorite Matthew Richards! If you’re in town on this fine Thanksgiving Eve, come to the Cantab for a mix of powerful words and pop culture elegies
. These are the opening lines of his poem “Misdiagnosis,” published in Tiferet Journal.
Can we talk about the inconvenience of crushes? I’ve got work to do. I can’t be thinking about this.
Some writing doesn’t brush up against sentimentality as often as other writing. But whatever ‘bad’ edge your writing brushes up against, I think it’s important to touch it. You can always pull back from it, but at least you know where it is. It’s like when I was a dancer, we were always encouraged to fall in rehearsal, so that you could know what the tipping point of any given movement was. That way, when you did it on the stage, you could be sure you were taking it to the edge without falling on your face. It sounds like a cliché, but really it’s just physics — if you don’t touch the fulcrum, you’ll never gain a felt sense of it, and your movement will be impoverished for it.
Maggie Nelson, in response to ‘Is it important to risk sentimentality?’ in an interview with Genevieve Hudson for Bookslut
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If i hold it for a minute, its not a problem. If i hold it for an hour, i’ll have an ache in my arm. If i hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer i hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.
Quite possibly the best explanation of stress ever…
How to unload, completely different story. I have been trying to cry for months and can’t…. I leak constantly but I NEED body shaking, soul-quaking sobbing. It’s like emotional blue balls… I got a little relief watching “Taking Chance” and some other sad movies but have nit yet reaxhed full explosive tear-force…