In the last thirty years, I’ve been an illustrator, graphic designer, cartoonist, greeting card writer, children’s storywriter, textbook illustrator, art director, teenage painter specialising in portraits of teenage girls in the hope of dating them, part-time model for an anti-fungal cream, pseudonymous provider of erotic drawings for a soft-core magazine, unsold film scriptwriter, graphic novelist, novelist, playwright and non-fiction writer at different times.

So pretty much every rupee I’ve made (which I keep under my pillow because it’s loose change), if you discount my stint as a very unsuccessful manager of a granite quarry belonging to a friend, has been made in the creative field.

Before me, my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather and his father, etc., did pretty much the same, without the brief forays into erotica or mining, of course. My legacy, a horde of white ants feeding off their first drafts, reviews and unsold stock, currently planning a hostile takeover of Madras, is proof.

So, I don’t know, there could be some truth in here when I warn you about these assassins at large.

Assassin 1: Trends

So everyone’s wearing those narrow-bottomed pants in pink, turquoise and chrome. Just like everyone is retelling the Ramayana and Mahabharata. And you want to, too.  Even if yours is from Kumbhakarna’s point of view, don’t. No one wants 280 pages of zzzzzzzzzzzzz.  Just like no one wants to see a fat slob in tight trousers. Trends are set by creative people. The uncreative merely follow.

Assassin 2: Technology

So you got yourself this new Macbook Double-Blah Pro Extreme on Steroids that can shoot out mercury-tipped bullets and has its own built-in satellite dish that’s directly connected to Kim Kardashian’s most famous part. And you think you’re so cool and creative, right? Did you invent this thing? No? Then, show me an original piece of work you have produced with it. The creative produce; the rest consume.

Assassin 3: Being a Fanboy

Don’t tell me Gone Girl is great or quote from Game of Freakin’ Thrones. All it tells me is that you are the creative equivalent of the straggler in a herd of migratory wildebeest. Have the man parts to actually stand up and champion something no one has heard of. Be the first to like someone. Sing the unsung. This one is especially for people who make money off creative people. Agents, curators, reviewers, editors, producers, hark!

Assassin 4: Self-obsession

If you’ve been to a lit fest, you can’t be blamed for rethinking your Class 3 science lesson that tells you the sun is a star and the planets revolve around it. Because, here, it’s quite easy to believe the sun actually rises and sets in the orifices of a few writers. Don’t ask me how they do it. They all take turns or draw lots. It’s very complicated. This is equally true of fat dancers, atonal singers and spittle-showering poets. My question: can one be creative with a fiery ball up the rear?

Assassin 5: Committees

Good, honest art that matters can emerge only from the vision of one artist. Don’t put your stuff out there to vote. One writer apparently asks his fans how his books should begin, where they should be set, what the protagonist should be wearing, and dutifully incorporates their suggestions. What a guy! Pity I’m not on his mailing list. So, know you’re in trouble when you ask friends for suggestions or put up half-formed ideas on FB for the instant gratification of ‘like’s and ‘Hottieees!’ ‘Not by committee’ applies to films, too – just about the most collaborative of art forms. If a film turns out any good, you can bet your bottom rupee it’s because the unwavering, sometimes despotic, vision of one person prevailed over the random, rudimentary ideas of all the other necessary-evil folk.

Assassin 6: Stinginess

Don’t hoard, you little Scrooge. Go ahead, praise a fellow writer. Share your resources. Buy a round of drinks. Let the other guy speak at the lit fest. Acknowledge the old writer who helped you in your book. How can anything creative spring forth from a tight ass or tight fist? Unless you are into that kind of thing. In which case, film it and put it up on one of those sites.

Assassin 7: What’s in it for me?

I know people in the creative field who are better suited to be pawnbrokers. You can see in their eyes, clear as ticker tape on a digital screen, the benefit they hope to accrue in clear mathematical terms from every handshake, nod, smile, sidle, clap, ‘like’, positive comment they ‘invest’. Here’s an accurate estimate of your ROI. You’ll get anywhere between 0 and
-11.3% on your MRP from discerning readers for investing all your life into being an a$$#*!&.

Assassin 8: Dishonesty

If you are a murderous, two-timing, unhygienic self-pleasurer in real life and you write a fluffy romance strewn with pink hearts and roses, it won’t work. Your reader will see through it in a minute. Write, sing, sculpt and paint like YOU. Write a book about the unborn babies you flush down your toilet every day as you plan to kill your wife with the help of your girlfriend. Bestseller.

Assassin 9: Agenda

Don’t create art hoping for an award. Or with a goal of selling twenty-five thousand copies, of which you buy 24,960 yourself. Or with the idea of force-fitting some half-baked philosophy into something pretending to be a novel. Boring. No one cares. Write only if you have a story worth telling.

Assassin 10: Closed-mindedness

Other than the fist and the rear, a certain relaxation of that all-important muscle, the mind, too, is necessary, nay, integral to creativity. Be open to other points of view. Be open to liking stuff you least expect to like. And the reverse. Don’t be stuck on Fountainhead because you thought it was cool when you were eleven. Also, you can’t be a bigot and creative (yeah, yeah, Hitler painted) – except in that specially designed torture chamber in the basement, I suppose.

Assassin 11: Age

Old is mould. Be young. And by that I don’t mean wear a floral printed shirt or an LBD with your flappy bingo wings on display and pose with a blue drink at some random bar at age fifty-six. That doesn’t say ‘young’. That says ‘pathetic loser having a midlife crisis’. Be young at heart. Be youthful in your enthusiasm. This applies equally to the chronologically young. So many people in their twenties today look so jaded, slouching over their phones, with their bitchy resting faces, waiting for the world to pay up what they think it owes them directly via Twitter or WhateverthehellsApp. Sorry. You’ll never do anything creative in your life. Not with that attitude.

Assassin 12: Cynicism

So the world is a dreadful place where everyone rips off everyone and nothing good comes out of anything, right? Partially right. Because, with that outlook, nothing good or creative will come out of you. It IS a shitty world. But good stuff happens. Retain your innocence. Creativity comes from those who know there is a war going on but still continue to be amazed by puppies.

Assassin 13: Monomania

I know some creative folk who spend twenty-four hours a day in pursuit of their passion. Let’s say it is music. They eat, drink, sleep, snore and defecate musically. Any time spent in the non-pursuit of music, according to them, is punishable by law. So that’s all they do. At the expense of everything else. I searched the dictionary for the right word to describe them, and found it after several hours – bores.

Assassin 14: Unlimited Resources

If you’re writing a book in which you think it’s integral to describe the fur of a Polar bear in one passage, I don’t think it’s necessary for you go to the North Pole (or, as in the case of this writer I know, the South Pole, after which he hastily changed Polar bear to Emperor penguin in his book) with your own camera crew and bear handlers. You can Google it instead. And use that magic weapon that writers are supposed to have – imagination – to fill the gaps. It does help when a creative person has access to resources to do some of the things she needs to do for her work.  But not so much that she can do all the things she wants. If you are in the creative field, pray you don’t get too rich.  A real life where you have to think a bit before paying your bills, and worry when your paycheque is late – now that’s what you need.

Krishna Shastri Devulapalli is the writer of the novels Ice Boys in Bell-Bottoms and Jump CutArmed with a lightsaber, he spends his average day fighting Assassins 1 to 14 along with his imaginary dog, Typo.