Getting into the groove

If you do not have an absolutely clear vision of something, where you can follow the light to the end of the tunnel, then it doesn’t matter whether you’re bold or cowardly, or whether you’re stupid or intelligent. Doesn’t get you anywhere — Werner Herzog

After this coming weekend, my annual spring commitments will have been met and completed. I’ll be free. Free to finish my novel. To run headlong into that light at the end of the tunnel. I may actually stop being acting like hermit and be a little more sociable.

Or not.

Right now, I’m getting back into my writing groove and it feels great. That feeling is addictive. It means my imagination is getting to fire on all cylinders.

As well, on a whim and a little light bulb of an idea, I’ve started working on a series of abstract photographic images using my iPhone. I even have a name for the series — WODLife Abstracts. I’ll work on it when the mood strikes me. I’ll probably be at it for the rest of the year. I’ll only be posting the images on my Instagram account. I don’t plan on doing anything more with the images unless the gym owners think some of the images would be fun to put up on the premises.

Getting back into the groove also means I’ll ruthlessly mow down anyone who tries to disrupt my mojo.

Maybe I should continue being a hermit a little while longer. Best to keep folks safe if I do that.

I might even be more in the mood to listen to dance music and wiggle my ass. I might even be in the mood to go see a movie or two in the theatre or on iTunes. I really want to see You Were Never Really Here, starring Joaquin Phoenix. I hear it’s one hell of a movie. A Quiet Place is pretty tempting, too.

But my boys are calling to me. Well, actually, one has me by the shoulders and the other has me by the hand, making sure I don’t bolt from them as their adventure continues.

Pish. Why would I ever bolt from them? As if I would ever consider that to be a viable option. I have way too much fun with them. My boys know better. They’re just being cheeky.

Well, I gotta bolt… to be with my boys.

Something in-between

Education is the movement from darkness to light Allan Bloom

I guess when you look at it metaphorically, yes, education is the movement from darkness to light. And for some strange reason, I’m thinking of Snoke from The Last Jedi before he got sliced in two by Kylo Ren.

But I digress. Sort of.

But I would like to say that when one moves from darkness to light, one could and can go back to explore the darkness. I say this as a storyteller. And I say this in terms of understanding fundamentally who you are as a person and embracing the light and the dark that exists within yourself.

Let’s be honest, light and dark and everything in-between live within all of us. And I believe education is achieved when one figures out a way move effortlessly and without conflict between light and dark and everything in-between. That is what makes us complex beings. We are not just light. We are not just dark. We are both and something in-between.

I believe this is a theme I will come to explore more often in my storytelling. I think I’m making my first real attempt at complexity in the novel I’m currently working on. The idea of this story, the story of my characters, my boys, excites me because it’s a huge step towards becoming the kind of storyteller that is buried deep in the marrow of my bones.

I knew from the moment my boys charged into my psyche — hellbent on leaving a path of destruction and hellbent on monopolizing my attention — they would push me to be stubbornly ambitious and give me the desire to challenge myself when it came to telling their story.

My boys are indelible. The taste of light and dark and everything in-between. My desire is to be true to my characters, to be faithful to their stories.

That is my ambition. That is my mission.

A path to follow

I mean, artistic processes are all about making choices all the time, and the very act of making a choice is the distilling down and the getting to the core of what it is that you care about and what you want to say, really — Mike Leigh

The past couple of weeks has been a little harried. Harried in the sense that life has gotten in the way of writing. Didn’t write for eight days straight. What the fuck. Got back to writing last Thursday. I told myself I was setting aside that day to play with my boys, then I would get back to life.

Well, that was a big fat lie.

Played with my boys until yesterday night. I wouldn’t call it a lost weekend but it’s the closest thing to a lost weekend. I have one planned for April. Part of that weekend will be spent with my boys but what I will be doing during the rest of the time, will affect the three of us in the long run.

The four days of writing was a much-needed creative release. It also moved me a little closer to the goal of completing the first draft near the end of May, beginning of June. I strongly believe I can make that self-imposed deadline… as long as life doesn’t get in the way… which is what life is doing right now.

For a number of years, I called this time of year the busy season. After this busy season, changes will be afoot so that next year, I won’t have to suffer through long stretches away from writing. Some folks will be disappointed in the changes but I have to protect and nurture what is important to me.

I’m approaching a crossroads. I’ve seen it coming for awhile. And I know which path I have to travel. There is work to do. And I can’t wait for it to begin.