Thursday, October 29, 2009
One Foot In Front of the Other
I've been quiet for awhile. New path. I love paths, but I've said that before, haven't I?
The open mic the other night was a big disappointment. The featured author wasn't funny as expected, but rather a bit of a downer,dredging up all the crap of her life and forming it into poetry. That's not bad,mind you, but the room (by that I mean audience), was dead, dead, dead. Poor thing, she had very few to bounce off of. The lot of them were college students enticed to come to the open mic for extra credit. When you see them texting each other across the room...it's a deal breaker. I got a few laughs with my stories, no minor feat, I may add. But I ,too ,felt the deadness in the room. Dreadful thing. Oh well, it goes with the territory.
I do have a plot for my ghost story, but that's not my new path. I'm going to write a... book. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Such a risk. But like a friend of mine said...the universe is sending you a message, if you don't do it, it will go to someone else. And I can't have that.
All we creatives know that it happens in solitude. I have been writing it for quite awhile in my head...now time to hit the page. Writing is draining, literally... draining out of you. This will mean a withdrawal from many things that I love. I attempted to write a novel once... it's still unfinished in my computer. How will this be any different? I just know it will be. Am I fearful? No. Do I think I can do it? Yes. What form will it take? Not sure.
Winter is a time for a coming inside. I think it has arrived early.