Time is the raw material of creation. Wipe away the magic and myth of creating and all that remains is work: the work of becoming expert through study and practice, the work of finding solutions to problems and problems with those solutions, the work of trial and error, the work of thinking and perfecting, the work of creating. Creating consumes. It is all day, every day. It knows neither weekends nor vacations. It is not when we feel like it. It is habit, compulsion, obsession, vocation. The common thread that links creators is how they spend their time. No matter what you read, no matter what they claim, nearly all creators spend nearly all their time on the work of creation. There are few overnight successes and many up-all-night successes.
Creative People Say No - Kevin Ashton
It’s amazing what kind of work you can produce when numbers on paper aren’t the motivating factor.
You’d think that after going through so much trouble last year figuring out how to apply for financial aid, I’d fly through it this year
All I wanted to be was a normal kid, not a child prodigy, but I just had to deal with it
My drawing professor, talking about his life experiences
I am suddenly and inexplicably reminded of an elective class I had in sixth grade: an exploratory wheel of sorts, but in Chinese because I was in the CLIP program at Lawson. We had an assignment to make a PowerPoint presentation that would teach us the fundamentals of the software. It could be on anything, but we had to explain it, in Chinese.
I didn’t know what to do my project on (this issue still plagues me today, actually). And so instead of making a set of slides presenting a subject, I made a frame-by-frame animation of a billiards table and a floating pool stick shooting balls one by one into the pockets, which would run when I held down the Left Arrow key.
Mr. Kwan made me do it over again.
And so I made one about MapleStory. It was the most boring and ugly thing in the world.
I have a class on sustainable design this semester, and it’s influenced me to the point where now that it’s getting warmer, I kind of cringe every time my roommate leaves the AC running a) when its like 60 degrees out and b) when he’s not even in the room. All those hydrofluorocarbons, needlessly floating into the air.
is there any hope for me or am I one of THEM now