Little by little I’m chipping away at Todo Mountain, though it’s more like a response to the shrieks and screams and threats and disappointment–honest or faked–of those I may have let down in framing (customers) or housework (husband).
Reading is still taking its portion of my limited energy and attention, which is great. But writing and learning and playing with software to make audiovisual work has alas, been sorely neglected to the point where it’s practically alien to me. I’ve tried several times to jumpstart myself with an idea and that fades before I have the word processing program or the Alice software open on the laptop. (Why don’t I cut out here and race over there now since the laptop is well, in my lap? Uh, I have to get these two pieces framed or to think about dinner or what’s happening Monday or…)
The beginning of the end of the general no-reading season is coming and that thought has started out as a whimper that may gradually wind up to a scream before May of ’08 when the end of the open submission period usually starts.
Somehow, some time before that all comes down, I’ll need to kickstart my creative mind back into gear. Lord knows how, but I’ve a feeling that the longer I let it go, the less likely I’ll be to ever write again. That happened with archery, and I was heavily into not only shooting, but making arrows and leather goods, had a national organization and a magazine. I haven’t shot a bow in a couple of years now.
I’m waiting for that opening line that doesn’t come. Inspiration isn’t there, initiative is inadequate, and real purpose does not exist. So I wait.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology