Rinse, Lather, Repeat Repeat Repeat!

I almost gave up on this blog because I started to feel embarrassed about getting personal and revealing my vulnerabilities. But I'm not in high school anymore and I have to push past that feeling because I believe that even something that is insignificant to 99.9% of the world, if anything I can say can bring at least a minute bit of clarity or inspiration to their own situation, then it's worth it. I will now climb off of my soap box.

I really enjoy writing. It is my thought process. As a creative-minded person in the field of art and design I think it is a natural assumption that I am a notebook sketcher, doodler and thumbnail-expert but I rarely draw when I'm figuring out a visual problem. I mostly turn the idea into words, write it out and plan the solution out verbally. That's the writer in me. If I didn't get into OCAD (that to me was the school to get into at the time) then I wasn't good enough to pursue art and design and therefore I was going to attend another institution for creative writing. This is probably why a big part of good design to me is based on smart and funny copywriting. I like coming up with tag lines for ads and creating a story/narrative for a brand. When I look at companies that I admire and want to work for, I look at the background and culture they have created.

I'm still searching for how this all fits into the bigger picture.

What is my niche? Graphic design is visual communication. Writing is another way of communicating. What area is equally dependent on the written as the visual? I guess the real issue is Where do I fit in? I hate the transition stage. Transition stage= finished school, looking for a job. It's just a whole lot of existential chow-chow that occupies way more brain space than it should. I always wished there was some kind of truth machine that could give a brutally honest breakdown evaluation of who I am; my strengths and weaknesses, so I could stop second-guessing. I'm the kind of crazy that only accepts a compliment when someone says it to someone else who never meant me to hear it. When I succeed in something like I get a good mark, I always manage to rationalize it and I'll think "Oh...it's just because the teacher gave me a random mark." I have issues and knowing me I won't figure them out until very late in the game if at all. Oh yea. I can figure out everyone else intuitively but when it's me I have these weird distortion goggles.

Anyways, I've procrastinated enough. Back to reality.

p.s. I'm signing up for a novel writing course. Proaction at it's finest.