Jackson Tandy lives in Incheon, South Korea. He writes regularly on his blog inbetween working on his novels. His favorite color is City Bus Blue.

It's All Your Fault: Wednesday, June 17th

[Warning: All advice is useless. I don't like taking advice and I don't like giving it. What you'll find below is me giving a pep talk to myself. (It's what I do when I'm having a tough week.) I had to preface this blog because, I was afraid you might think I was giving you some cheesy life tips. Rest assured, good friend, it's just me talking to myself.]

All the new age foo-foo stuff is true. All of the poster-board cliches have always been true.

Love is all you need. Time flies. Time heals. A positive attitude creates positive results.

Your perception of the world shapes your reality: If you think it's going to be a shitty day today - you're right.

I heard a quote one time, "The people who change the world are the ones crazy enough to believe that they can actually change the world."

The same must be true for artists and creatives.

Famous musicians always say, "As a kid I never had a choice. It was either music or nothing." In other words, the young kid who wasn't yet famous or even talented, was crazy enough to believe that the dream was possible. Before they had the money, the fame, the giant stadiums full of fans, they had a stupid little belief that they kept and cherished like a shiny little pearl in their pocket.

The real hidden truth of adulthood is that it's all my fault. I wish they'd have told me sooner. (There I go again, blaming other people.) But instead they gave me the polite answer. They said, "Oh it's OK honey, you couldn't help it. No one could have seen this coming. Everyone struggles with _____." But the problem is that those nice answers don't help one bit. They comforted me but left me powerless.

But now I know that it's all my fault. And this news is a priceless gift.

I have the power to change things around. Within myself - all the power - I have it. I don't need an acceptance letter, a lucky break, a new suit, a few more years of experience, or someone to plop some extra time into my lap. I don't need any of that garbage. All I need is to make some new habits. Kill some old habits and make some new ones.

I'm only ever 6 weeks away from the life of my dreams. Those new habits can begin now. The habits of a responsible, caring, inspiring, super-motivated and self-disciplined superhero can start today or tomorrow or 10 years from now.

My time is short. Why fuck around?

 

P.O.V. = Person, Tense, and Distance: Thursday, June 18th

Writing Routine: Tuesday, June 16th