《The War of Art》读后感100字

《The War of Art》是一本由Steven Pressfield著作，Black Irish Entertainment LLC出版的Paperback图书，本书定价：USD 12.95，页数：190，特精心收集的读后感，希望对大家能有帮助。

《The War of Art》读后感(一)：如果创作是一场战斗，本书就是一把斩除心魔之剑

这本书很多人向我推荐，因为它解决了很多创作者起步时的一个核心问题：拖延。

通过凝炼但又深刻的表达，直击人心但又鼓动人心的笔触，优雅但又很接地气的口吻，作者将我们创作过程中的最大敌人——自我内心的抗阻——全方位地进行了剖析，并且给出了让人心头一震的解决办法：停止做一个三天打鱼两天晒网的业余爱好者，而是要向专业人士学习，无情地霸占自己固定的时间，心无旁骛地磨练自己的手艺；或者起码要像一个勤勉的上班族一样，按时打卡，风雨无阻，就算人在心不在，就算摸鱼，也要有个摸鱼的样子，这样灵感女神才能相对稳定地降落在我们头顶，而不是像占卜求雨一样偶尔灵验一次。如果这些都做不到，那就别怨天尤人了，连别人摸鱼的时间都腾不出，还奢望能创作出什么出彩的作品。

想起之前一本书the art and business of writing online的作者nicolas cole说的一句话：每周写一篇文章，坚持六个月，然后我们再来谈别的。

没有稳定的输出，其他都是空谈。

创作，是一场持久战。坚持得足够久，不大可能白费；但坚持不了多久，那绝对是炮灰。

不过最重要的，还是就地开始。

立刻，马上。

《The War of Art》读后感(二)：做专家是光荣的

1.很有力量的一本书。

语气有力

非虚构写作，作者的语气很重要。内容的权威感来自语气的笃定。木心《文学回忆录》是榜样。本书风格简洁有力。

思想也有力

如何写作？答：克服阻力，成为专家。

2.阻力

阻力是一种自然力量，如同重力。阻力让人恐惧、焦虑、拖延，吃尽苦头。到头来还不知道阻力的存在。

阻力狡猾，有时化妆成理性的声音。

阻力让我们成为受害者，乞讨同情，而不成为强者，夺取胜利。

阻力让我们寻求医治，而我们压根没有病。

阻力像是寄生虫，用我们自己的力量反抗我们自身。

阻力利用我们的亲人胁迫我们。让我们找不合适的配偶。

阻力让人狭隘，成为迷信者。

阻力的目的是让人一事无成，让人精神死亡。

3.专家

专家精神成熟，虽无法消除阻力，但是可以适应，并交付成果。

对专家来说，工作第一。所以专家不找麻烦，麻烦妨碍工作。

专家不在乎结果，只专注于工作。成功只是副产品。

专家不吹嘘自己，重要的是工作。

专家不是业余爱好者。业余者并不真的爱某件事，叶公好龙而已。专家才是真爱。

专家有职业伦理：他们每天准时出现，不管自己心情如何。他们做自己该做的事。他们接受报酬，不免费工作。不会把自己的工作看得很神秘或高尚。他们有技术。

专家在真实的世界中解决真实的问题，得到真实的赞美或批评。

专家有耐心，有秩序，不接受借口，也不为自己找借口。

专家是网飞所说的成年人。

专家只关注工作，不关注自己。他不怕自己丢面子。他会用尽一切手段，取得胜利。

专家保持主权，不被欲望操纵，他能控制自己的情绪。

总而言之，专家是好莱坞电影中的硬汉，令人向往。

3.如何成为专家？

求助于更高的力量。对作家来讲，这力量就是缪斯、文曲星、真正的自我、神。

向神明祈祷和献祭。

创作是永恒与时间的交流，神与人交融。

作者的其他几本书与此类似。没有这本清晰有力。

给我的启示是：

1.要成为一个专家。这是荣耀的。

2.看到了自助书籍的一种新写法。简洁有力。

《The War of Art》读后感(三)：FEAR

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Resistance feeds on fear. We experience Resistance as fear. But fear of what？

Fear of the consequences of following our heart. Fear of bankruptcy, fear of poverty, fear of insolvency. Fear of groveling when we try to make it on our own, and of groveling when we give up and come crawling back to where we started. Fear of being selfish, of being rotten wives or disloyal husbands; fear of failing to support our families, of sacrificing their dreams for ours. Fear of betraying our race, our'hood, our homies. Fear of failure. Fear of being ridiculous. Fear of throwing away the education, the training, the preparation that those we love have sacrified so much for, that we ourselves have worked our butts off for. Fear of launching into the void, of hurtling too far out there; fear of passing some point of no return, beyond which we cannot recant, cannot reverse, cannot rescind, but must live with this cocked-up choice for the rest of our lives. Fear of madness. Fear of insanity. Fear of death.

These are serious fears. But they're not the real fear. Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all Fears that's so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don't believe it.

Fear That We Will Succeed.

That we can access the powers we secretly know we possess.

That we can become the person we sense in our hearts we truly are.

This is the most terrifying prospect a human being can face, because it rejects him at one go (he imagines) from all the tribal inclusions his psyche is wired for and has been for fifty million years. We fear discovering that we are more than we think we are. More than our parents/children/teachers think we are. We fear that we actually possess the talent that our still, small voice tells us. That we actually have the guts, the perseverance, the capacity. We fear that we truly can steer our ship, plant our flag, reach our Promised Land. WE FEAR this because, if it's true, then we become estranged from all we know. We pass through a membrane. We become monsters and monstrous.

We know that if we embrace our ideals, we must prove worthy of them. And that scares the hell our of us. What will become os us？ We will lose our friends and family, who will no longer recognize us. We will wind up alone, in the cold void of starry space, with nothing and no one to hold on to.

Of course this is exactly what happens. But here's the trick. We wind up in space, but not alone. Instead we are tapped into an unquenchable, undepletable, inexhaustible source of wisdom, consciousness, companionship. Yeah, we lose friends. But we find friends too, in places we never thought to look. And they're better friends, truer friends. And we're better and truer to them.

Do you believe me？

I DO.