Studio Journal Ocotober 5, 2010
This month is get ready time. November is novel writing month. Getting ready for that means the house is in order, fridge stocked with quick meals and writing space is clear. There should also be some video projects that I complete and some blogs written ahead. This way I don't disappear completely. I can do a check of all my social network sites, put up a blog a couple times a week and a picture from my library. This is all theory of course. I am committed to this challenge.
As this great third chapter unreels, my life grows. The third chapter is the years between 50 and 75. I have spent the first two thirds of my life hiding. At times cowering in some closet corner some where. Risk seems like some new enjoyment, some new food that I crave. One thing that has become a part of me is balance. Risk, security, love, pain, happiness, sadness they all are elements that make life. The master of life can balance all so that none dominate. So risk is the element I am using now. Writing a novel in a month is risky. Maybe it will be utter trash. The experience will be of value and taking the risk breaks through hesitation. That is what writing a novel in a month will do.
So this month will have my place in order with no distractions. I will work my 40 hour job. Before work, after, on lunch breaks I will write. On my days off I will write. At the library or at home, where ever I can I will write. The month is mine, set aside to do what I have wanted to do, but never did. It is the first of many.
I set a three month challenge. Write a novel, take an album of photos a day, and then a 30 second video. Each are steps to making my cinema. It seems so clear how important this challenge is. Schools do this, athletes do this, deadlines are the key elements of challenge. This is my challenge as an artist. This is my challenge for growth.
As this great third chapter unreels, my life grows. The third chapter is the years between 50 and 75. I have spent the first two thirds of my life hiding. At times cowering in some closet corner some where. Risk seems like some new enjoyment, some new food that I crave. One thing that has become a part of me is balance. Risk, security, love, pain, happiness, sadness they all are elements that make life. The master of life can balance all so that none dominate. So risk is the element I am using now. Writing a novel in a month is risky. Maybe it will be utter trash. The experience will be of value and taking the risk breaks through hesitation. That is what writing a novel in a month will do.
So this month will have my place in order with no distractions. I will work my 40 hour job. Before work, after, on lunch breaks I will write. On my days off I will write. At the library or at home, where ever I can I will write. The month is mine, set aside to do what I have wanted to do, but never did. It is the first of many.
I set a three month challenge. Write a novel, take an album of photos a day, and then a 30 second video. Each are steps to making my cinema. It seems so clear how important this challenge is. Schools do this, athletes do this, deadlines are the key elements of challenge. This is my challenge as an artist. This is my challenge for growth.