September 2010

I’m in a Jobless State of Mind

by Ken on September 30, 2010

Tonight, when I come home from the cafe, I’ll put my tips in a jar and come back to this place, the place where I keep my pencils and papers and pens, the place where I do my real work.

For now, waiting tables is how I make money, but writing and drawing is how I make meaning. I didn’t always know that was possible, that your real work could pay you in other ways, that there were other forms of currency in this world.

Money, being so vital, often overshadows things like satisfaction, pride (the good kind), and a sense of doing something you care deeply about, but those too are vital compensations.

I guess I’m thinking about this because in two weeks I’ll be joining some of my friends at the the Joyfully Jobless Jamboree in Austin, Texas, and, for a while, I wasn’t sure I really belonged there. I’m not always joyful and, well, I have a job. Technically, anyway.

But I’m far more joyful than I’ve ever been, and for the past two years I’ve really felt quite jobless.

I’m employed, yes. I have this place I go to and this thing I do to make money, but it’s different than things I’ve done before, things that turned J, O, and B into a four-letter word.

Those things were the jobs you hear people complain about. I disliked them, but thought I had to have them, thought I couldn’t do without them. I was terrified of losing them even though I dreamed of escaping them and I worked hard to keep my bosses happy.

But waiting tables is not that way for me. It’s work, but it’s not a J-O-B. I don’t hate it. If I did, I’d find something else to do. Instead, it provides the money I need to survive and supports the work I need to do to thrive.

As far as bosses go? Well, I’m the one I try to keep happy these days, and no one’s been complaining so far.

I hope this work, my real work, will someday make me money too, but I’ll do it even if it doesn’t. That’s how I know it’s mine.

I guess that’s why I’m feeling so joyfully jobless today. Seems as though the Joyfully Jobless Jamboree is precisely where I need to be in a couple of weeks. Austin, here I come.

Maybe you’d like to join me. There’s still room they tell me. Click here to learn more.

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A Watched Block Never Gets Out of Your Way

by Ken on September 29, 2010

looking-skywardIdeas are not my problem. I have a slew of them. The thing I lack is clarity.

I have all these notions of quirky little books I’d like to write and illustrate. I have the titles and concepts and I can feel what they would feel like when they’re finished. But the notions are fuzzy so I wait.

I wonder what I’m waiting for.

An epiphany in my mailbox? A bolt of enlightenment from the sky?

Am I waiting for someone to call and tell me when my next aha moment has been scheduled?

Waiting never clears much up. Time? Yes. But waiting? There’s a difference, you know.

I only know what I know about my quirky book ideas because of the writing and drawing I’ve already done. If I want further instructions, I’ll have to read them in my own handwriting. If I need someone to draw me a picture, I’ll have to get my paper, pens, and pencils.

Everyone else is too busy. They’re all waiting for their own explanations.

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An Experiment Called Process

by Ken on September 23, 2010

On my shelf, I have a collection of books about drawing.

One says to first sketch things in pencil; another says to draw only in ink.

One suggests drawing from photos; another says don’t even think about it.

Each one suggests a slightly different set of tools, recommends a different brand of paper, provides its own small list of things to remember and things to forget.

And each one provides a list of books for further reading, books containing instructions that directly contradict the author recommending them.

But that’s the dirty little secret. Such books are as much about the people who write them as they are about the processes they outline.

Each author conducted their own experiments and made their own discoveries. Then they decided to share the results but results are influenced by variables and, in this case, the authors are the variables. People are very variable variables.

A portion of the always-remember’s and never-forget’s you find in how-to books are merely the authors’ preferences and beliefs. They’re not the laws of physics.

You too will have your preferences and beliefs. But to find them and thus your own process, you’ll have to do your own experimenting. You’ll have to add the variable that is you.

By all means, read the books. They’re helpful. They’re just not the answer.

The answer is in the doing. If you’ll just sit down (or stand up) and do the thing, you’ll eventually find your process.

However, be aware that it can change and adapt. Process evolves.

Let it.

That’s how you’ll evolve as well.

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An Hour of Practice

September 22, 2010

An hour of practice doesn’t sound like all that much, but it’s a pretty big deal to me. Maybe that’s because I used to have trouble focusing on any one thing for more than ten minutes. I used to think I had Attention Deficit Disorder. Now I know I just had too much nicotine and [...]

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Fooled You Once

September 17, 2010

You’re almost seventeen and suddenly you’re silent, somber and distant and serious. And you don’t think I’m funny anymore or even all that bright. That’s okay with me. It’s the way it ought to be. Besides, you’re right. I was never really that brilliant. Almost all my jokes are corny. But, oh my god, it [...]

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