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Bad days are interesting because they can come, literally, from nowhere. I sometimes feel like my ability to have a bad day should be taught in school: it’s of mythical proportions. I wake up and I have a migraine, my nose is stuffy, I got up too late and I have 1,000 things to do which require me in 500 places, and I NEED to get them all done today (probably because I procrastinated for half of the week, but I digress).
There are a lot of reasons to be scared of creating art: Your critics might hate your work, your audience might not like or “get it,” and your friends may be jealous that you’re pursuing your artistic dreams.
There are a lot of reasons to be scared of creating art, but none of them should be good enough to stop you.
I believe you’re supposed to make art when you’re sneaking ways to make art at your desk. I believe it is when you wake up in the middle of the night with a lyric, a verse, a tune or a character in your head that’s just too real to be a dream. You’re supposed to be an artist when you’re fighting yourself to make time to make art. You’re supposed to do this when you accept, fully, that there will be a struggle… And you like the idea of it.