Topic: WC - Daily Practice
8:19pm Monday 13Aug07
I got myself home and plunked everything down and sat at my desk and wrote without stopping. Haven't touched the television, haven't checked my email, haven't gone on facebook. I'm believing those voices that I blogged about the other day. I'm believing them when they tell me that it's all going to come out on the page if I take care of the distractions. And boy did I fill some pages!
I've got my piles of books all ready for what I used to do, back in the day when I was learning how to write. Back in the day I didn't know what it was that I had to write about so I'd use the exercises in the books, as if I were in class, and I'd do them. I'd always be so excited to get home from work to see what the next exercise would be and what I'd write because of it. And in very little time, ideas would start popping in my head, and lines of poems, and story characters and the like.
I've been thinking that there was something to that person who didn't fill herself with all sorts of writing pressures and just went with the flow of what came out. And of course the moment that I decided to just do that again I could barely keep up with the words that were coming out for my novel White Wishes.
So day two of the new moon is talking to me. Yesterday, I wrote up my new moon goals and wrote of the distractions that I've got to kick out and the kind of focus that I want to have.
And something has been playing on my mind, goading me. In one of my early morning turn on the television sessions recently, I flipped the channels and stopped momentarily on mtv canada. Jess was talking about how she went to high school with Seth Rogan and his writing partner (I forget his name). She said something along the lines of, "When we were all outside laughing and joking around Seth and his partner were sitting inside writing their movie scripts."
It turns out that they are the guys that did the movie Knocked up and their latest movie that's out is called Superbad. It looks like it will be funny in a Napoleon Dynamite kind of way.
That keeps running through my head because I am that person who does stay back and works on her stuff while everyone else is out laughing and joking and my silence and the voices and my need to hibernate in August as opposed to November is pushing me to embrace it.
Nelly Furtado also said something very similar when she said, "When all my friends were out on weekends going to parties, I was home working on my music."
That's the kind of advice that excites me and keeps me going.
And the jazz musicians that would play one gig and then meet up at an after hours spot and jam together til the wee hours of the morning, pushing each other, competing with each other, playing the mind blowing shit that I can only imagine because it was never recorded, at least most of it wasn't. Fusion. Experimenting (and drugs of course, ha ha).
Some of my favorite songs are the product of those type of sessions. Groups and musicians that get their influences from everywhere. Listen to Spinning Wheel from Blood, Sweat and Tears with that heavy jazz influence and David Clayton Thomas' rock voice. It kills me everytime I listen to it and all I want to do is find a way to write.
Queen's, Somebody to Love, a rock song that is totally a gospel song to my ears with the imitation of the choir and the call and response. Please! Can I get an Amen? ha ha!
Anyway some where in my silence and sweeping away the distractions and just plain old listening, It's all coming back to me.
The passions, the stuff that blows the top off my head and makes me grin and makes me play a song over and over and impacts me and makes me get my butt in chair and write like a fiend.
It's really been hard digging through the muck trying to get myself back to this place. I was really questioning whether it was time to give this racket up and concede that maybe writing isn't supposed to be my thing. Maybe I should just try to be like normal people and work the 9 to 5 job and forget about believing...
I just couldn't remember what gives me that injection not paying attention that I was still collecting (buying more music, buying more books, finding more articles). And a couple of angels have walked beside me telling me in dream like ways to stop focusing on what is wrong and start focusing on what is right, what has always been right. Giving myself permission keeps coming up.
One Angel is golfer dude who is in the exact same (I know that's redundant) position as me. Financially, job wise, dream wise, romance wise and power struggle wise (that's why he paid for my beer and kept me at the bar a couple weeks ago). And we talk it to death, we do, and it's seeping in, and so I'm setting the goal to have White Wishes Book I , the full draft of chapters complete by Dec 31st, 2007.
I'm working on Kali's chapters backwards from Chapter 15 to Chapter 1 and Rachel's chapters in order. Wish me luck!
EY