I am smack-bang in the middle of the hardest part of my current project.

No longer the fresh excitement and boundless possibilities of the new, nor yet the fragrant and tantalising promise of completion, just the work; the seemingly endless and repetitive no-mans-land of the daily grind.

But still everyday I get up, brew my coffee, and get after it.

This post is about why.


Sometimes, the work feels like a war.

There are times when my body is tired, or broken, or both.  Times when my spirit is thoroughly unwilling.  Times when the well feels empty, when I have nothing to say; when my fingers are stiff and cold, my voice is silent, and the whole world seems haar-bleached, fog-bound, and grey.

But I am a veteran at this game.  I know her rules and I know her secrets.  I have witnessed long the tricks and wiles of my opposition.  I have been making music, writing things, and performing them live ever since I was 7 years old.  In terms of this I am an old lion; and I know well my jungle in darkness.

I have learned over time that how I am feeling in the moment bears no relation to the quality of what may be produced in any given session.  Thoughts, emotions, and the body are generally poor indicators of the day’s potential.  The things I make when I feel bad and the things I make when I feel good are indistinguishable in terms of quality when I look back on them in the cold light of morning.

When understood properly this one fact removes nearly all excuses.

In any pursuit of worth resistance is a constant.  This is not a bad thing.  It is the resistance that the electricity encounters whilst travelling along the wire inside the bulb that creates the light which illuminates our world.  The surfer is nothing without the wave, the pilot nothing without the onrush of air; and the greatest fighter in the world is but a dancer if deprived of an Opponent.

Creating things of worth and sharing them with others in order to elevate the world is one of the ways that I have chosen to justify my small part of the life that we all share in this fragile, chaotic, and beautiful dance of existence.

It is a good war.

It is my war

What’s yours? ;-)

My name is James Radcliffe and I am a 100% audience supported independent artist.

I put almost every waking hour of my life into what I do.  If you find any worth or value in this post, my writing, or my music please consider supporting my mission by purchasing some of my music or spoken word recordings.  You’ll get some beautiful art, you can choose the amount you’d like to pay, and 10% of each purchase goes straight to a worthy charity.  Every single sale makes a difference in my world and allows me to carry on making things like this.

You can also support me by Spreading the Word.

Reblogging, retweeting, and posting links to what I do on your: Blog, Twitter, Facebook, etc really helps me out.  Since I started making art publicly my audience has grown, not because of any mainstream press coverage, but mostly due to grassroots word-of-mouth recommendations from awesome folk like you.

You guys are the reason I do what I do.  You are my people and we are in this together.  Any victory on my part is a shared victory in my opinion, so let’s shake the very foundations and make something world-sized and worth celebrating, together.

I truly hope you are well.  Best wishes, and great big man-sized love.


P.S. I am a big fan of the comments section and the conversations that spring up there.  If you have any thoughts, questions, or just want to chat – hit me up using the box just below and let’s get to it.

187 thoughts on “ This Is My War ”

  1. I think I hear what you are saying, James.

    I too face these daily demons. By the time I have conquered my health conditions, completed my household chores and managed to actually sit down at my writing pad or at the keys of my mac, I’m thinking that theres no point starting because what comes out will be shite because of how tired and out of focus I’m feeling.

    And yet, if I’m honest with myself, what starts, (as far as my poetry is concerned), on my writing pad is merely the bare-bones of the piece and just the connecting filament between the inspiration and the reality; a far cry from what I will eventually end up typing up, editing, editing, editing and finally publishing.

    It, nevertheless, takes a strong force of will to make that first move; to write that first sentence but once done and the ink is flowing…the passion is soon to follow.

    Wishing you and yours a Very Merry Christmas and wonderful New Year. 🌲🙃

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  2. James
    Totally can relate to your poetic genius. There have been many a days when the battled seemed to be so heavy. I have found to become a better person through terrible things. I can be lifted to another place with your music. As if the burdens and pain seem to drift away. The hurt fades in to nothing. I find strength to fight. You have a gift most people don’t. You can truly reach a person inner being thru your words. Thank you for all you do. I’m humble to be your friend and fan.
    Biggboss from Twitter.

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    1. Hey there,
      First, Thankyou very much, both for reading and for taking the time to write. Your words are a great gift to me. I am very glad that you like the music and the writing.
      Thankyou for your kindness, see you on Twitter ;-)
      – J


          1. If this takes movie form, I would like to formally place my bid to play the role of the dashing James Radcliffe. All that remains is for you to teach me your accent. Here is my practice… “The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain.”

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  3. As humans, we experience fear, exhaustion, illness, as well as exhiliration, exultation, and joy. The deeply creative channels these things into our labors, not differentiating between joy or fear, but allowing those human qualities to shine through in our creations. When we are in the throes of excruciating joy, we are truly alive.

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  4. I have this same war. The thoughts I have when I’m by myself……….wondering if I did enough for that person and such. Why do I feel guilty when I want to say no to something……but that is what happens when you are a people pleaser…..which I have been all my life. I don’t have a musical bone in my body……but I turn to it to sooth my soul. I release my self in writing, baking, and doing things for others………it does my soul good when I can make someone else feel better during a rough patch even if I am not feeling so hot about myself at the time.
    Your words hit home…..as I feel as I am reading something that has passed through my thoughts time and time again. Thank you for sharing them with all of us. You have given me much “food for thought” today!!

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    1. Thankyou very much for this very honest comment.
      Writing and baking are two beautiful pursuits and I love what you say about making someone else feel better during a rough patch, that is a true gift.
      Thanks so much for stopping by, and for taking the time to write to me.
      Have a great day,
      – J

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  5. Thank you for these very motivational and inspiring posts, James! I love what you said about your current emotional/physical state being no huge factor in the final outcome of your work: a consistent routine and dedication really does make all the difference! It’s really uplifting to see you chasing your dreams and putting in all the hard graft to achieve them. I read the little footnote at the end and it’s lovely that you’re giving back to the community as well. You, Sir, are a champ and have my heartfelt respect! May you be blessed with ever more success! :)

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    1. Hey there,
      This means a lot to me. Thankyou very much for it, you are very kind ;-)
      I agree with what you say – for me at least, consistency is a must if I want to get to everything that needs doing.
      You made me smile, I hope your day is great.
      – J

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