Now that we are heading into October and saying goodbye to summer, I am starting to settle down from last season's whirlwind travels. Alex agrees that staying home this past weekend did wonders for the soul.
Someone once said that when you travel, it takes a few hours for your soul to catch up. I think we've finally reconnected on that front, as weird and poetical as that sounds.
So now that we're up to date, I actually had time to frame this lovely baby to the right. It's a limited edition poster from Neil Gaiman that Alex bought me a couple of months ago. It's been hanging out in a cardboard tube on my desk. And now it's hanging out in a brand spanking new frame above my piano.
This was all thanks to having time to do chores today.
This also meant I had time to actually work on assignments and jobs that had been collecting dust!
And we're going to eat turkey burgers cooked at home tonight!
But in all this quiet solitude, I re-read the blog entry I wrote for the MFA Years concerning Stonecoast in Ireland. I am going to wait a few days to post it, so I had more time to go over it a couple more times. And there I saw all these pictures and read all these things I'd done, and I really did think to myself, "Did I do all that?"
I really did.
I quit my job a little over a hundred days ago, and I did all that.
Imagine what I can do with the rest of the year.
(Final note: This art piece is by the amazingly talented Chris Riddell. If you would like your own copy (the money goes to charity), check out this link here.
A part of my brain told me that I was procrastinating.
But I just listened to the half of the fake score I just cobbled together by Frankensteining a bunch of soundtracks into one coherent orchestral piece that follows my WIP's story. Alex and I went for a drive, pumped the music through the awesome Prius speakers, and at the point at the end, when the moment happens, I looked over at him, and his eyes were closed. He missed our turn when the lights changed.
"You're getting it," he said. "It actually is working. You're revising using music."
I knew this about myself, that I could combat my anxiety by working in another medium and then translating it over with more confidence and direction. I knew this about me when I was nineteen. And I am not going to not listen to myself again.
Through motifs and variations in soundtracks, I can build and work on thread placement in my story. Through pacing of the ups and downs of the piece, I can study and control my pacing in the writing.
I hope the magic continues to work.
In other news, my piano comes in tomorrow, and that picture was taken this morning when we went out to the car.
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