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GAF, I've got this problem, see. It's simple.
When I work with another person on a creative project, I'm full of life, making impassioned arguments... there's almost a drive to 'outdo,' 'outwork,' and all-around 'outperform' the other guy. There's a competitive edge. Shit gets done. It's exhilarating and incredibly rewarding.
When I'm by myself... well... fuck. Nothing gets done. I have an irrational fear of the blank page. I am both listless and restless, and can earn a place in Guinness for the world's greatest procrastinator.
My recent collaborator quit on me. Probably for the best; he was unreliable, constantly showing up late for meetings with myself or with third parties, and just got progressively lazier and lazier, insisting on having conversations about 'creative control' when he wasn't putting forth any effort. And, of course, the quality and consistency of work he produced was questionable.
And yet, even with having to deal with his childish behavior, shit got done, and in turn, I felt validated. Now that I'm currently on my own, I feel like I have nothing.
If any of you have read The War of Art, the author outlines that the true difficulty is not in writing itself, but in actually sitting down to write. He personifies this trend as 'Resistance', and it's choking me. I feel guilty as fuck for all of the wasted hours playing games, watching streaming video sites of all kinds, and in general just avoiding the work I really want to do. I avoid going out with friends and become obsessed with 'work' that never comes to fruition.
Have you ever experienced anything like this? And, if so, how do you deal with it?
When I work with another person on a creative project, I'm full of life, making impassioned arguments... there's almost a drive to 'outdo,' 'outwork,' and all-around 'outperform' the other guy. There's a competitive edge. Shit gets done. It's exhilarating and incredibly rewarding.
When I'm by myself... well... fuck. Nothing gets done. I have an irrational fear of the blank page. I am both listless and restless, and can earn a place in Guinness for the world's greatest procrastinator.
My recent collaborator quit on me. Probably for the best; he was unreliable, constantly showing up late for meetings with myself or with third parties, and just got progressively lazier and lazier, insisting on having conversations about 'creative control' when he wasn't putting forth any effort. And, of course, the quality and consistency of work he produced was questionable.
And yet, even with having to deal with his childish behavior, shit got done, and in turn, I felt validated. Now that I'm currently on my own, I feel like I have nothing.
If any of you have read The War of Art, the author outlines that the true difficulty is not in writing itself, but in actually sitting down to write. He personifies this trend as 'Resistance', and it's choking me. I feel guilty as fuck for all of the wasted hours playing games, watching streaming video sites of all kinds, and in general just avoiding the work I really want to do. I avoid going out with friends and become obsessed with 'work' that never comes to fruition.
Have you ever experienced anything like this? And, if so, how do you deal with it?