Journey to Heartsgaard
Wow, what a day!
On the one hand, I've managed to occupy the time when my mind wanders and wafts with job applications, and with the first swim of my self-imposed physical therapy.
My doctors tell me none is needed, and after a smashed ankle folded in half and reset three times, followed by a week with my bits of bone floating free before complete reconstructive surgery and two months in a cast... not buying it. Since they're not inclined to prescribe anything, I took the initiative. Swimming is always good, they say.
Anyhow, that's what I used to fill in the foggy bits of my day. My core activity today has been writing Act I of my new romantic comedy... Honesty is exhausting!
I've finished. I've got my character right up to the point where I really turn his life upside down, and I've got my notes and structure ironed out up to the halfway point. This is a story that's lived inside me for so long, I feel like I've told it so many times, that to get it on paper in a new form is both totally straightforward and completely emotionally exhausting, like walking through the desert. Those last few steps were an easy force of habit, no matter how healthy or unhealthy they might have been. Now that I'm at the oasis, I just want to sleep my life away.
I've written about 15 pages this weekend, and right now it is time for a little break... I have one a top-secret script I get to read, and I'm going to fiddle with that until I fall asleep or someone calls me to go out for a bit. I'd love to get out into the cool, evening air for a while tonight.
My mind is a slave to my heart, right now. I'm all gush and justification - I tend to fall into the world of my screenplays. When I was writing Stormcrow, I only slept about two hours a night and had the feeling of living with something... unclean. Digit was non-stop silliness, and my sister got the brunt of that. THIS IS YOUR EDUCATION came from a hopeless, angry place. This is about how the things we do make life hard, but come from a place of growing. This is about forgiving myself and those I've loved. It's big work.
Is comedy cruelty, or forgiveness? We juggle both, don't we? How it ends depends on the story, and that's the discovery that awaits me.
On the one hand, I've managed to occupy the time when my mind wanders and wafts with job applications, and with the first swim of my self-imposed physical therapy.
My doctors tell me none is needed, and after a smashed ankle folded in half and reset three times, followed by a week with my bits of bone floating free before complete reconstructive surgery and two months in a cast... not buying it. Since they're not inclined to prescribe anything, I took the initiative. Swimming is always good, they say.
Anyhow, that's what I used to fill in the foggy bits of my day. My core activity today has been writing Act I of my new romantic comedy... Honesty is exhausting!
I've finished. I've got my character right up to the point where I really turn his life upside down, and I've got my notes and structure ironed out up to the halfway point. This is a story that's lived inside me for so long, I feel like I've told it so many times, that to get it on paper in a new form is both totally straightforward and completely emotionally exhausting, like walking through the desert. Those last few steps were an easy force of habit, no matter how healthy or unhealthy they might have been. Now that I'm at the oasis, I just want to sleep my life away.
I've written about 15 pages this weekend, and right now it is time for a little break... I have one a top-secret script I get to read, and I'm going to fiddle with that until I fall asleep or someone calls me to go out for a bit. I'd love to get out into the cool, evening air for a while tonight.
My mind is a slave to my heart, right now. I'm all gush and justification - I tend to fall into the world of my screenplays. When I was writing Stormcrow, I only slept about two hours a night and had the feeling of living with something... unclean. Digit was non-stop silliness, and my sister got the brunt of that. THIS IS YOUR EDUCATION came from a hopeless, angry place. This is about how the things we do make life hard, but come from a place of growing. This is about forgiving myself and those I've loved. It's big work.
Is comedy cruelty, or forgiveness? We juggle both, don't we? How it ends depends on the story, and that's the discovery that awaits me.

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