look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.
AMEN this goes for anything too!!! drawing, painting, sewing, knitting you name it. Its so much better to just do the thing your working on, shitty or not it takes less of a toll on you to just finish a thing than to worry about fucking it up first time.
I had the craziest dream last night! It involved Gabriel (yes, from Supernatural) helping me out, saving my life, and saving me from my deep childhood fears. It all started when…
I was running, being chased. I ended up in this warehouse and Gabriel appeared telling me how to get out alive. After leaving, I completely forgot about being watched so I caught up with my family. We went to a restaurant right across a candy store. I guess you can imagine where Gabriel went after telling me I’m safe. My family and I had just eaten lunch and we were trying to figure out where to go for dessert when Gabriel appeared to tag along with us.
As we were leaving, my family started freaking out, saying how I was being watched and spied on. I ran inside only to see the open sided warehouse/restaurant close with a garage door and Gabriel teleporting back to the candy store. As I was running, I could see, through the windows, Gabriel holding a small, white, rectangular sign with a giant black arrow. I was safe with him around, at least for now.
For some reason, everyone disappeared and the setting changed. I was at my rehearsal in yet another dim-lighted warehouse and, I don’t know why, everyone was wearing all black and they were all depressed. After about half an hour with no sign of Gabriel, I went to the privet restrooms. There I was touching up my makeup next to one of my friends who was doing the same when my worst nightmare occurred; In the mirror I could see this ghastly white, blonde headed girl in the mirror. So, of course, I turned around to look to see if she was there, but she wasn’t. I tried to calm my self down, but it happened again, then a second time. Finally I just turned around and found the girl standing there, so I tried to find an explanation for it while standing there in front of the girl. I then turned around to the mirror to see she wasn’t there, or anywhere until I blinked and there she was right behind me. My friend next to me screamed as I did as I dashed through the concrete and metal restroom.
Everyone surrounded me as I curled up in a ball, rocked back and forth, and cried until I was laughing. Gabriel appeared and comforted me, telling me everything thing was all right and he would protect me. At last I looked up and examined everyone’s face; my teacher/director’s was concerned; my friends/classmates/cast all had worried looks; Gabriel’s was worried, understanding, consoling; and then I laid my eyes on the monstrous girl who stood for all my deepest darkest fears. I held onto Gabriel as I screamed and cried, only then to be surprised by the girl’s reaction. She was pleading, worried, and tried to calm me down saying how she never wanted to haunt me, that her boss forced her to haunt me. “Haunt, haunt, haunt” were the words she wouldn’t stop using, those terrible words that brought back too many memories.
In a flash all of it was gone, except for Gabriel. I was in a bright white room, just like in Harry Potter when Harry died for a moment. Gabriel explained the dream to me, where we were now, and why he pulled me out of the chaos. Before I woke up, he said he would always be here to help me through anything and everything.
I have had many EPIC dreams about The Avengers, Thor, and Thor 2 Loki, but not Supernatural Loki.
I know I posted this late, but believe me when I say I started this morning and had a busy day.
I never know how to say this without sounding condescending but when it comes to social media you can simply choose not to be around people who make you unhappy.
