Showing posts with label enlightenment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label enlightenment. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tim Ferriss: On The Creative Process and Getting Your Work Noticed







Tim Ferriss: On The Creative Process And Getting Your Work Noticed





It’s not an easy feat to stay on the New York TimesBestsellers List for four-and-a-half years straight, but Tim Ferriss is used to pushing limits.In 2007, Ferriss transformed the world of book marketing with a grassroots campaign that gave his first book, The 4-Hour Work Week, mass appeal — all while detailing his adventures as a champion kickboxer, world record holder, entrepreneur, and more.
But there was one mountain that Ferriss still hadn’t climbed: how to find his way around a kitchen. The author couldn’t tell his basil from his parsley when he began writing his latest book, The 4-Hour Chef: The Simple Path to Cooking Like a Pro, Learning Anything, and Living the Good Life.  But in typical Ferriss fashion, he traversed the globe interviewing top chefs. In the process he found a new model for efficient learning: pinpointing the best, copying their craft, and skipping all the unnecessary filler lessons that most courses begin with.

Your first book was about escaping the workaholic lifestyle to “find your muse.” Do you think it’s better making a living doing what you love, or to make a living that allows you to spend time doing what you love?

If you wake up on Saturday morning and go surfing to decompress for the week, that is different from having to wake up at six every morning Monday to Friday and take investment bankers out to surf. One is elective and one is mandatory.  Adults and three-years-olds are very similar, in that as soon as we have to do something, we start to resent it.
For instance with me, I don’t like to do a lot of speaking engagements like a lot of authors do. I just find it really boring.  I now only do two types: it’s either top price or free. If you realize that income is intended to ultimately improve your quality of life in some fashion, then it makes it easier to forgo some the fleeting, high-maintenance opportunities.
Adults and three-years-olds are very similar, in that as soon as we have to do something, we start to resent it.

How much real world experience do you need before you kind of go off on your own and create your own lifestyle?

I don’t think you need any real world experience. It’s a question of whether you want to learn the trial and error lessons on someone else’s dime or on your own dime. If you get used to a cushy corporate job and automatic money, it’s pretty tough to say: “I have to sell the car and get a smaller apartment because I’m going off on my own.”

How would you describe your writing process?

I do my best writing between 10 p.m. and 5 a.m.. Almost every friend I have who is a consistently productive writer, does their best writing between 10 p.m. and 8 a.m. My quota is two crappy pages per day. I keep it really low so I’m not so intimidated that I never get started. I will do the gathering of interviews and research throughout the day. I’ll get all my notes and materials together and then I’ll do the synthesis between 10 p.m. to bed, which is usually 4 or 5 a.m.
I will have a station on Pandora, and I will put a movie on and mute it in the background so I don’t feel like I’m in isolation. Then I jam. It takes me an hour and a half to get my brain into the flow of doing anything writing related. So once I’m in that flow, I will bleed the stone for as long as I can. If things are going well, I’m not going to stop until I nose dive. But if it goes for an hour-and-a-half and it’s like pulling teeth, then it might be time to go to bed.
My quota is two crappy pages per day.

It’s easy to say “don’t read a million blogs, don’t do this don’t do that” but it’s often really difficult to shut off and focus. What have you found that actually works?

Use RescueTime and trial it for a week, and try a low-information diet. Get a really cheap laptop that doesn’t have Internet connectivity and do as much work on that as possible. As odd as it sounds, go back to pen and paper. Because once you’re on the computer and distraction is a click away, you’re just like a rat with a cocaine dispenser. You’re going to get toasted.

You’re known for your grassroots marketing style. Do artists today have a responsibility to market themselves?

It’s 100% their responsibility. If you want to be a tremendous artist, and then expect people to beat a path to your door, you can try that. The fact of the matter is, it’s not going to happen unless you meet someone who makes that happen.
So you can make it accidental or you can grease the wheels of the universe and try to encourage those things to happen. In that case, guess what? You’re marketing. When people think marketing, they think of a cheesy sales guy. Marketing is knowing exactly who your customers are, and trying to get your product, your art to them. If you are creating art for yourself, well great, go live in a cave and do it. But if you’re doing it commercially and you have bills to pay, it’s not selling out to get your work to the people who most appreciate it.

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Monday, February 17, 2014

I'm Only Living a Lie When I tell my soul I am fine, by S.M. Bjarnson

It wasn't clear to me about how far our livelihood had come.
We are travelers on a path nobody has a map too. 
I listen to the yearnings that pull me to every unmentionable path. 
I am alone.
Watching the waves hitting the bottom pits of the ocean.
They are encircled in time when there has been no time but now.
We are living in a breathless fought over universe only we are the only ones at battle.
With ourselves we are the only ones looking for victory when victory has already given into us, time and time again.
We are poor soldiers waiting to go home, awaiting a decision from the leaders we think execute their plans with us in mind and not from their own ambitious winnings.
We were right weren't we, leading a team of masked teenagers into a battle, no one had ideas of winning.
Our paths stained with generational bloodlines. 
Our maps colored with veins.
The world was a line and there had been for curves created to save those who were not absolute in the eyes of our leaders.
Claims and taughting of voices made it clear we had no voice or reason to commute the exile pathway.
After everything is said and down we evidently find ourselves at the beginning again, with a clearer frame of mind, understanding what roads to neglect and others to partake in the journey of.
Rumors will be true if you let them live on.
The fictitious character we call time can be reset anytime.
I'm only living a lie when I tell my soul I am fine.


-S.M. Bjarnson


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

What is calling to you...? -S.M. Bjarnson

Stars splashed against the night sky.
 The watercolor wishes brushed gently upon what we thought as our reality. 
Terms and conditions of where they would end up, that they not be lost forever, but maybe a farewell for a short time. 
We have reconciliation with those who have passed. T
hose in line next to us who have the ok to go ahead and explore the unknown universe. 
We are jealous, but why? We will get our chance when the timing is sincere. 
When the envelope opens and our name is printed on it. We will be golden we tell ourselves. Perfect for the job. 
Adventurer in the soul and body, a survivor in the min
d.  We are born and yet we die. We are happy and yet we endure sadness. 
Cherry tips and velvet lips, we are all a part of the board game we play. 
Wouldn’t you agree? If I was but 3 and you art 5, then in time you would presume to be called first in our line. I’m sorry to say only the young croak alone. 
Secret whispers upon the second. 
My name is called and yet I am unready. I have practiced and played my part a bystander if ever relevant and now here I am they are calling my name and I will secure the line. 
We are tormented by the time we have thought up. 
We are heartbroken in the moments we consider a life. Don’t forget the trembling of toes, never let up on the quivering of the tip of your nose. 
We are all consigned one day to be more than a commoner.
 Delved into our perspectives of life and leisure, our entrance into adulthood was nothing other than a welcome mat, worn from usage, tired from belonging. 
Turns out not all heroes are born. Their delivered. As if to say we can choose our path rather than our journey decides for us. I am a child, a woman living amongst the adolescence of man. For all we know we our destined road is that of unfortunate experiences. 
What is calling you?