Back into Writing… I hope

Again with this! Way too long between posts… Sorry. Well, not that anyone’s been pes­ter­ing me to update, so likely my absence went unnoticed.

Election’s over, Seussical’s over… it’s time to get my life back. I am exhausted, and I’m still not sleep­ing well at night, so it’s kind of hard to get back into the swing of things. Seussical went extremely well and I’m very proud of the kids and the product we cre­ated. I have, for those of you bug­ging me about it, already told the powers that be that I will not be dir­ect­ing the play next year: Two years in a row is enough when you’re a par­ent volun­teer. I haven’t done ANYTHING new besides work on the show since Janu­ary. A little bit of work train­ing SP’s for Kwan­tlen, and a little bit of my own SP work, but vir­tu­ally noth­ing in the way of writing.

Colleen is cri­tiquing Dark Elf’s War­rior for me, so I have done a small amount of editing/rewriting here and there, but as for cre­at­ing any­thing new.… I hardly know what that means any­more. I cer­tainly don’t remem­ber what it feels like. So now I have to retrain myself. My cre­at­ive mind has worked over­time deal­ing with prob­lems on stage, and now I must turn it inward again, dig up those char­ac­ters who have been so badly neg­lected that they’ve stopped even tap­ping me on the shoulder and say­ing, “Hello? What about us?” They’ve been really quiet lately, and I need to wake them up.

I have star­ted by arran­ging a Writ­ing Retreat to Pow­ell River. My writer friends Myst and Jonathan will put me up for a few days, feed me (I will help, of course), make sure I have cof­fee and they will make me write. I will cri­tique for them and they will bug at me and even cri­tique for me… Even if all I pro­duce in those few days is utter shite at least it will be some­thing new to flush those cob­webs out. Myst might even let me throw a few more knives to work out frus­tra­tion! [see my photo].

Oh, and I’ve recently taken up the ukulele. That’s another good way to focus. My uke is bright purple with sparkles. It’s pretty Rock & Roll. I can play Five Year’s Time (Noah and the Whale), Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (Monty Python), and Five Dol­lar Bill (Corb Lund), among other things. My brother and I had a most excel­lent duet jam­ming ses­sion with him on man­dolin and me on uke, play­ing High­way to Hell, and Day Trip­per and other cool stuff. Can’t wait to see what my purple rock & roll ukulele looks like on stage. All I need is a wicked strap and some elec­tric pickups.

I wish to not do that to myself again, this whole “put writ­ing com­pletely aside so I can do some other pro­ject that will not, ulti­mately, do much for me, at least, not my writ­ing career.” Ok?

You heard it here.