The Key to Overcoming Resistance (Fear, Self-Doubt, Self-Sabotage) So You Can Be Your Most Creative

[@BHWilliams]

Steven Pressfield is also one of my heroes. The War of Art was life-changing to me. I also love his sort-of-autobiography, Government Cheese. I resonate with his life story so much.

[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

Agreed @dcsd936. Steve Pressfield is the bomb! (And so are you, in my opinion, for recognizing his worth!)

[@mariaencarnacioncarrillo3404]

Thaaaaaaaaanks!!!! You speak from the true you know, that is very generous

[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

So pleased to have helped @mariaencarnacloncarillo3404. Thank you for your kind words!

[@WriterAshC]

I absolutely adore your videos! I finally created an actual writer account on YT so I can follow all of the writer related content I've been watching. Thanks for always putting out videos and reminding us that we, as creatives, have a responsibility to combat The Resistance!

[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

It’s my pleasure @WriterAshC. Thanks so much for watching and commenting!

[@dadtype2339]

Wow no comments, alright I'll break the silence. First Damon, I sincerely hope, I didn't add to any resistance, I know you told me you've been away finishing up your novel, I only held a genuine candle for concern for you'd gone too long without a video, I merely meant good things I want you to work, I love your work. And Thank you, I have this but I just never really understood what it is or that I have this. An example, I finished a short story, about 5 pages, my Wife loves to edit and has been waiting for me to do my edits, and send it to her, and after there is an online magazine, I had planned to submit it too, I had spoken with the editor, he looked forward to getting it, sounded just the kind of short story the publish...but for whatever reason, I have been stalling a kind of self sabotage really. The support is there, it finished, but I always want to work on this other story I'm working on that's turning into a novel, half way to 200 pages, and it's just flying out of me, I'm burning through the pages and midnight oil on this thing sometimes you ever experience writing like your own movie in your own movie theater, and you not only want to watch it, but there is almost an addiction like a high when writing a story that is just anchored in your soul, that's what this is. And I know I need to stop, give it a tiny break, pay the respects and duty as the creator of that other story, I owe it to finish polishing up that story, I even say okay tonight, after dinner I'm working on it...the hour comes and Well, the laptop light is just too bright in the room, hurts my eyes at night, the settings don't help and the lights in my room don't counter balance it, Tomorrow morning, I'll get up and do it... Tomorrow morning... Man I am so jazzed up on the book I have to work on it the Muses are calling me, inspiration beckons me, the other story can wait, meanwhile thankfully I have a very patient Editor...what the hell is my problem!!?? I think I know what it is, it's actually two things, it stems from a past writer injury as I call it, and a displeasure. And I thank you Damon this video has helped me tremendously to recognize the issue but how do we overcome this kind of resistance. The two issues, First, my laptop to is getting old and it can suddenly stop, and just restart, thankfully I am paranoid and save every other word, but I really don't like my laptop, I don't like working on it. I need to probably upgrade to a new reliable machine, which I am looking into.. That past one The other part is mental. Years ago I published a book that I self published, and I paid a lot of money for an "Editor" to edit, I went of it first then they did, or so they said, It went out because I was an arrogant little turd and didn't pay the respects to look over my own work again, it went out and the editor did nothing. It destroyed a lot of friendships, it has to do with editing and what happened then. In fact typing this out I think I know how to try and overcome this, I need to tell myself, yes that happened then, but it won't happen this time, I won't let it, I have learned a painful long lasting lesson, this time we'll make it right! I can do this. I CAN DO THIS. OMG lol I honestly just had my own breakthrough. I'm not 100% cured but I do feel pretty good. Again I knew this video had helped me, I'm probably going to watch this again. I look forward to a how to over come unless you think that's it that's what we do sit your butt down, back up the work lol and say positive things to slowly push through and against the resistance??? Thank you Damon, I really mean that this has been a hidden issue and you are right you really do need to had a deep honest conversation with yourself on why and what's going on. I have worked to. Both inside and out. Thank you ❤

[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

All of this is great @dadtype2339. And on point. If you don’t mind my saying so, the trick is to enjoy the suffering of being an artist. Once you get that part down, you’re practically halfway home. Stay at it, my friend. Go slow. Be easy with yourself. I’m pulling for you. Thanks always for watching and commenting.

[@dadtype2339]

@@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco Thank you I appreciate your words, and I forgot to mention, and if I may be so bold here, I had to say Goodbye to my Dad as well, and my Dad ---- was my Buddy, he read everything I wrote, when others, even people I thought were my friends didn't, he ---- he was my reader, my relationship was severed when he and my Mother got a divorce, he moved all the way out to NC, at the time I was in CA, I didn't see him for 24 years and then, one night, My Brother and I, as adults, got into a really really bad physical altercation, I basically put all I could of my life in a briefcase and a backpack and left the rest of my existence in CA and went to go have a long overdue reunion with my Dad, and even though we had been talking off and on just a few months, this was a big thing, I was living with him but a unique opportunity came, I got a job working on some massive wooded property, my Dad had already been working on, he and I worked together, as long as I helped it paid for my power water and a stay in a luxurious Scamp trailer (sarcasm here) that pill shaped box smelled of mildew and mold, but I was free by God. And My Dad helped me to heal. He was a mentor, and a great friend. One day we were eating lunch in the shade of a massive pecan tree, and he out of nowhere asks, "How do you have all those stories in your head?" I asked, "What do you mean Dad?" Damon, my Dad, named everything I've ever written that's been in magazines, competitions, to books published, plays I've written, independent films, everything, things I forgor about, and then when back at his house, in his office, on a shelf, he had bought my books, through the years I thought I was alone and didn't have a Father, he was there with me the whole time, every word. Even now tears are just building talking about this. I signed my books for him, wrote in a dedication, to my number one Fan. And this is what I have discovered, I'm still not alone, I feel him with me, I look back and wish I could have seen him more over those 24 years, but I'm so thankful to have had the last greatest 6 years with him, in person, that I had. We talked about his passing and what will I do and his words I think can be true for anyone and being a Step Dad, these are the only Babies I'll ever have, I love them like my own because in spirit, because they are, and I know you are a Dad, so on this we can agree on, after the following , I think as a Dad, I agree, that's what I mean as Dad you can understand, and agree, when my Dad said these words, and I would want the same for my kids to understand this, when I'm gone. My Dad said this. Son, you will be sad, you will cry, and that's okay, know that I love you, I tried to do the best I could, as I know you have done the same for me, you had helped me in many ways, and as time goes, please Do Not be trapped or stuck in sorrow, do not mourne me forever don't do that, you must remember the fun we had, the funny times, the laughter, and know that so long as you live on, so do I, I am right here, just put your hand over your heart, close your eyes and you will always find me. His words have helped me, I hope they can be of some influence for your situation, as I said I, as Dad would like my kids to understand this and if you can agree on this idea then would it not be too far out of the box for perhaps your Dad to want you to not be stuck, to cherish the love and found memories? Going on 4 years this October, It's hard because I still feel like he's still home, sometimes I try to convince myself he is just down the highway, sitting in his chair in the shed, fan on staying cool, listening to country music, or on his couch with a cup of coffee doing his crossword puzzles, watching judge Judy, or some Alaskan show, but then I want to get in the car, and go see him... though that's letting up, it's not as painful, now, I do not see time ever completely healing this wound, but more like when a pot hole gets filled in, the ground sinks in some there is a slight bump and a mark now in the road, kind of like that. I still have once in a while a huge all out burst crying and screaming, it's a horrible shock we each have to get out/through, and I've learned it's absolutely okay do that. I still talk to my Dad, I stopped a warm up writing session to think about going a different direction, I asked out loud, "What do you think Dad,---- should she stab him, set him on fire, or run him over with her truck?" I felt Dad say, "Why not all of the above?" I am sorry, so heartfelt heavy hearted and very sorry for the passing of your Dad, you will never forget, and it's okay to have a weep, or even a cry to the belly shaking silent screams, it never really goes away, but it does get lighter and easier. One thing I did which, really I think helped, was I drove to an area that was just open alone space for miles and miles just as far as the eye can see, stepped out on this dirt road, yelled hello waited....nothing. And I just pulled the cord man, I really let the cork off the bottle and I ---- I had one of the loudest cries of my life, and man I screamed and roared, just as loud as I can. Nothing, no one knew anything. When done, I got in my truck. Sat there a bit, I was exhausted, but felt better it helped to let that out, out and loose it went. If there is a place you know, even if it's a couple hours drive I highly recommend you go and do this for yourself, it's worth it. Such a huge messy glob of sorrow left me, I still get some down days it's not a cure-all, but there is a roar and scream you just want to get out and it's hard to find the place for that, without neighbors calling the police. There are some flat and beautiful wooded places up state New York. In closing, You're not alone, you're pulling and cheering for me; I ---- I am cheering and lending a shoulder to you. You'll be in my prayers and meditations. Peace, and Healing. Sorry, classic me this is long. But this was important, worth every bit the thumb typing on my phone at 1am. I saw the look in you eyes, upon your face and in your soul when you said you were looking at his (your Dad's) picture, it's the same stamp in my sorrow and healing passport. I had to come back and outreach my heart to yours, I couldn't stand to let another minute go by after seeing that look and not share and express my support after all the hard work and time you put in which can seem one way at times, well, it's not with me, my friend and Brother in Arms of the Arts. My heart felt condolences, to you and your family as well. ❤️ 🙏 From one Human Being to another, not wanting a damn thing from you, just a genuine care; to look through my teary eyes into yours and simply say, "I'm so sorry, You're not alone, time will only make things easier, it will not heal this wound, it's Okay to cry, I understand, and I am here to help lend support."❤️🙏 Thank you for reading, and allowing me this time to share with you. DadType2

[@eljoy5280]

As a 50ish woman, I've never had a partner who supported my creativity. More likely to be jealous, sabotage, or accuse me of getting help (from a man of course). At this age I've mostly given up finding a partner because of this pattern. My creativity and growth is more important, even if that won't include growth in a relationship. I suppose this is just one of many types of naysayers that present hurdles for creative people.

[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

@eljoy5280: I’m imagining you finding a partner who defies all previous models and expectations. I imagine your world being rocked by new paradigms, new possibilities, new patterns, and new horizons. I imagine you already recognize that, in an infinite universe, all things are possible. Yes, all things. Even those things which you believe are not, have never been, or never will be possible. There are ways upon ways upon ways, my friend. There are doors upon doors, and all of these doors swing open under the right sort of touch. Go forward. Seek, and ye shall find. Know what you deserve. And claim it. Thanks for watching and checking in and sharing.

[@Emouse823yt]

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[@TheWriteStuffPro-DamonDiMarco]

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