It truly is the weirdest thing, to see oneself most clearly when everything around me is out of focus.
I have found myself in misdirection.
Its brilliant, twenty things at once...all abstract yet workable. For the first time the days are too small for the work I want to do in them and I am no longer complacent about whether or not it gets done.
My documentary has a sponsor, which will mean three months on the road...and if it looks the way it does in my head it could prove to be my Everest. My Everest isn't the summit it is the first step and all that comes in between. I have my historian/guide/soulmate if he will have me and thereafter its second star to the right and straight on till morning!
The novel is coming along, my seven year-old-self is holding God in contempt magnificently on paper. She is hounding him for answers and questions with a veracity and flow that was absent before, perhaps because the courage to follow it through was absent in both the object and the subject.
The camera is also proving to be a friend these days, not my usual flavour and it shall never battle my pencil for the latter won before it was ever picked up, but it is new. It is the beast of technology coupled with the beauty of my not-so-rose tainted glasses. I'm taking pictures and have even procured me a teacher, a renown master. The streets of the city offer much to capture and the pencil is coupling and coping well with the intended column. My words are flowing easier than ever before. Only those who know what I'm talking about really know what I'm talking about.
I never knew I was interested in so much....pottery is making an appearance again. I met an old man who - in the span of two hours - showed me how to use the wheel. In 120 minutes he gave me his life's worth of collected copyrights to twist into variable vessels of my own choosing and all this with a smile on his face. My first personalised purchase with my first paycheck will be a pottery wheel.
I'm finally beginning to feel as multidimensional in person as I always did in my head.
In glorious Tinsel Town this is usually the point where, a character in all her splendour is set up for the primordial stumble.
I hope I don't die tomorrow.
Then again, to die - in the words of the boy who never grew up- would be an awfully big Adventure.
I have found myself in misdirection.
Its brilliant, twenty things at once...all abstract yet workable. For the first time the days are too small for the work I want to do in them and I am no longer complacent about whether or not it gets done.
My documentary has a sponsor, which will mean three months on the road...and if it looks the way it does in my head it could prove to be my Everest. My Everest isn't the summit it is the first step and all that comes in between. I have my historian/guide/soulmate if he will have me and thereafter its second star to the right and straight on till morning!
The novel is coming along, my seven year-old-self is holding God in contempt magnificently on paper. She is hounding him for answers and questions with a veracity and flow that was absent before, perhaps because the courage to follow it through was absent in both the object and the subject.
The camera is also proving to be a friend these days, not my usual flavour and it shall never battle my pencil for the latter won before it was ever picked up, but it is new. It is the beast of technology coupled with the beauty of my not-so-rose tainted glasses. I'm taking pictures and have even procured me a teacher, a renown master. The streets of the city offer much to capture and the pencil is coupling and coping well with the intended column. My words are flowing easier than ever before. Only those who know what I'm talking about really know what I'm talking about.
I never knew I was interested in so much....pottery is making an appearance again. I met an old man who - in the span of two hours - showed me how to use the wheel. In 120 minutes he gave me his life's worth of collected copyrights to twist into variable vessels of my own choosing and all this with a smile on his face. My first personalised purchase with my first paycheck will be a pottery wheel.
I'm finally beginning to feel as multidimensional in person as I always did in my head.
In glorious Tinsel Town this is usually the point where, a character in all her splendour is set up for the primordial stumble.
I hope I don't die tomorrow.
Then again, to die - in the words of the boy who never grew up- would be an awfully big Adventure.
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