Monday, August 31, 2009

To Rachel, Thank You

My dear friend Rachel asked last night "Should I call you and check to make sure you are working?" I said, "Yes, that's probably a good idea."

There is a fear that I will drop off and away into a sedentary, quiet life of doing nothing with my writing days. And there are so many ahead of me, the prospect is very frightening. I, like many writers I have known, need something a kin to a cattle prod to get going. Some need to be tied to their chairs, other need to have the fearful deadline of an oncoming production (not unlike a train in it's deathly bright light and noisy clatter) to spir them into finger tip tapping action. There are a few among us who are addicted to the act, who rarely tare themselves away from laptops, notebooks, and typewriters. They amass mountains of work and are always mid project, even as others tip over the produced and performed hills as they chug their way through the rollercoaster production calendars. Others, like myself, watch those rollercoasters go by as our hands hover uselessly above our keys, pens and other such impliments. We are deep in meditation...about washing our dishes.

So I said, yes. Please check my blog around 2 or 3 o'clock. I use my blog often as a warm up before I plunge into a scene. If I have writen in my blog, I may be writing on my latest project.

Unfortunatly, I will not be writing much more this afternoon. I've spent the morning working on an application for a residency I will not be awarded, but I concider a good project for my first day at work. If I get this out the door today, I'll consider the day well used and fall asleep happily and ready for tomorrow's project. I want to check everyday on residencies, publications, productions and such that I can apply to...and I want to apply to them in a timely manner. Maybe even set up a calendar of deadline events and submit, submit, submit.

So, Rachel, I hope you read this and wag your finger at me then make me some cookies. I didn't write, but I did work. Which is more then I wanted to do (which was sleep in, followed by a long breakfast while I watched a movie, followed by reading a very good bad for me book, then another movie.)

Good for me, I say. Good for me.

The rejection letter for this is due to me in November when I will tell you what I applied to.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Future is So Bright...I have to wash the dishes

My boyfriend is out of town and so I'm doing the only logical thing a girl can do when the man in her life absconds for a holiday with his mom...I'm drowning myself in "Doctor Who" episodes and cheap margaritas. Oh joy, oh pure happiness, you have come to find me at last.

Yes, I will stay up at least three hours past the time that this is posted. Yes I will allow my glutton tenancies to over take any sensibilities I may have.

There is a journey we must all take...and I think I'll enjoy this little limbo or lay over or whatever it is until I get to September 1st. Between who I am, and who I will try to be, there is this moment. This moment where I must breath and greive for that girl and dream. I plan on dreaming a great great deal.

And prepping. I'm going to wash the dishes, do the laundry, sleep a bit longer, rest up some, dream a little dream, clean up my office, buy a few programs, a new printer, notebooks, sharpen my pencils...and take a deep breath before the plunge.

And maybe I'll read a book.

Claire 2.0...beta.