#170 Writing time again

That's the thing about being a writer.  You have to actually WRITE.

I'm pretty stoked about a bunch of free upcoming workshops I've signed up for.  AND trying to decide if I want to spend some Vault Goddess gifts for a class early next year.  It would be probably a very valuable thing to do, and my two Team Angouleme pals may do it with me.

I know this needs doing.  I just have to stop thinking about it and do - daily and in depth.

Now, off to do some script reviewing thanks to that pal who kicks my butt about it!

#169 - Reunions

Yesterday was such a wondrous day.

My brother and a lot of his mishpocha were here, including my oldest niece, who I haven't seen in 22 years.  It was a glorious reunion.  I don't think I've hugged someone so very deeply in a very, VERY long time.

She mentioned several times how much she's missed her grandma (the Vault Goddess). Since she flew in to drive back to her home via SoCal with my brother and his wife (her mom), I gave her one of my two sewing machines (there were both from my mom).  And was thrilled to pass on a storage box that had belonged to her grandma, the Vault Goddess, that was filled with Indian print clothing.  So thrilled to pass it all on to her.

I don't know when I'll see her again; wish she could come to the big Indian Wedding in 2 months, but not sure that's going to come to pass.  There is much history with one who is so talented, and yet is so twisted into the religion that she was born into (which is not mine), it's hard to see how she can touch reality.

Still, it was something I'm going to remember for a long time.  Reunions can be both sweet and intensely sad when the parting comes.

What was that quote again?  "A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again."  

I sure do hope those hello's are in the future. I'm going to count on another reunion.

#168 - Curses, foiled again

Whelp, that's another one in the books, or in this case, in the recycling pile.

Didn't get a part I was really hoping for.  Guess theatre keeps rearing it's ugly dangling carrot in front of me.  Saturday will be another potential, which will likely amount to another "FUVM" in the end.  I know, I know, keep the hope alive, because you never know.

It's hard, no matter how often it happens, to be rejected.  It's one of the things I always detested about the theatrical life. And perhaps I should just get used to it and remind myself that "everything is unfolding exactly as it should."

On another note, what a delightful lunch today with my screenwriting Chez Loraine pal, who is alternately my muse, mentor, and all around coach, constantly kicking my butt in gear to remind me to keep on writing.  Which is the point of this blog now, isn't it?

Yup, life is just so daily...

 

#167 - Inside and Out

I just had a small epiphany.  I realize that I'm often pretty sure of myself on the inside, but not the outside.  With my home, it seems exactly the opposite.  And even more so now.

We've just completed a laundry list of exterior "curb appeal" improvements.  The front (with the exception of my poor little Malus, which I think was planted and bermed up a bit too high by the original landscaper, and isn't a happy camper these days) looks really, REALLY good.  And the back, in spite of it being a messy, weedy "habitat" as my dear gardening friend declared, still has lots of successes in it.  

Oh, but the inside...Yes, I can use the "excess of family material" excuse.  But really, it's not where I want it to be.  I want to actualize my exceptional home.  The one filled with uniqueness all it's own.  NOT cluttter.  And that's what it seems to have a lot of.

Kinda like my body.  There's a uniqueness to my inner self:  artist, writer, actor, creative being.  But the outside?  That really belies what's inside.

I think if I can merge and purge, maybe I'll become the woman I've always been - both inside and out.

Now, back to the house cleaning...inside.