July 27th, 2021
I want to start by saying that I have the utmost respect for people who take their time. I do. I just want to make that clear because in a few sentences it’s going to sound like I don’t.
I can’t stand people who take their time.
Damn. It only took one sentence.
I frequently get asked how I create things so quickly. There’s a complex answer, and there’s a simple one. This essay is the simple one.
I believe that art is an expression of your emotions and thoughts captured in a moment. And that’s why I believe art is meant to be caught, made, and released in a swift, successive motion.
Spending time on something is one of the most reliable ways to ensure that it will be the best thing it can be; it will almost certainly change that thing several times, too.
I’ve read a lot on the craft of writing itself, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard a writer share how many times a story became dramatically different from the way it started. There is nothing wrong with this. I’ve gone through that process. I’m going through this process.
But as I get older (and most definitely not wiser), my mind tends to think: why not just write two stories then? Write the first one, with your feelings and level of skill then, go ahead and hit send, and then write the other one, as the person you are now, with all the changes you’ve experienced in the meantime.
Basically, when you spend a lot of time on something that’s supposed to capture a moment, you end up stringing together moments for so long that the initial moment falls away. You can create something timeless this way. You could also create something completely devoid of the emotions and thoughts that inspired you and the story you wanted to tell in the first place.
And, regardless of how complicated that may have read, this is the simple reason for why I work fast once I know what I want to say.
You will forever cringe at some of the things you make, at least in quantum part.
The things that I cringe at the least are the temporal bubbles of sincerity I’ve created. The times that I genuinely laughed or cried or felt the warmth of a naturally indifferent universe wrap around me and the words that I used in a moment. The moments where I had something to say. The moments that define me.