Hello Darkness, my old friend. Seems I'm wide awake again. My mind feels like I have left all the tabs open and keeps flicking backwards and forward, like some kind of scanning machine. Barcode brain.
I performed one of my pieces of written work at the Arts Centre. It was a good session, actually.Rapping guys called Hedluv and Passman were hilarious amd the narrator chap was good too. I have been filmed doing mine, so I will have to hunt it down.
To tell you the truth, my stomach is in knots. I feel very walled off from people. I feel like a shook bottle of pop - one twist of my head and everything would just gush out, like a sticky, angry volcanic mess. Maybe I should walk to the beach and scream at the sea.Would it understand, though - or laugh and throw stones back?
I am toying with the idea of getting a stop film animation kit in the new year. Also, a small camcorder. I want to write things and see it come to life, rather than imprison it on paper and lock it in a drawer.I also want a 'hapi drum' (santa take note).
Seriously, though - I think most of this is borne out of being fed up writimg in depth re crap I don't care about. I need to craft something rather than create merry hell on the phone, because Student Finance have mucked up my allowance. Or trying to qualify how Humbert's a perv in 'Lolita'.
I will have to get some shuteye. Apparently, our harshest critic shed a tear when she heard our monologues tonight. We must be doing something right. And this is what I miss.
Kindreds :-)
I performed one of my pieces of written work at the Arts Centre. It was a good session, actually.Rapping guys called Hedluv and Passman were hilarious amd the narrator chap was good too. I have been filmed doing mine, so I will have to hunt it down.
To tell you the truth, my stomach is in knots. I feel very walled off from people. I feel like a shook bottle of pop - one twist of my head and everything would just gush out, like a sticky, angry volcanic mess. Maybe I should walk to the beach and scream at the sea.Would it understand, though - or laugh and throw stones back?
I am toying with the idea of getting a stop film animation kit in the new year. Also, a small camcorder. I want to write things and see it come to life, rather than imprison it on paper and lock it in a drawer.I also want a 'hapi drum' (santa take note).
Seriously, though - I think most of this is borne out of being fed up writimg in depth re crap I don't care about. I need to craft something rather than create merry hell on the phone, because Student Finance have mucked up my allowance. Or trying to qualify how Humbert's a perv in 'Lolita'.
I will have to get some shuteye. Apparently, our harshest critic shed a tear when she heard our monologues tonight. We must be doing something right. And this is what I miss.
Kindreds :-)
hello darkness
Date: 2015-12-18 04:02 pm (UTC)From:Re: hello darkness
Date: 2015-12-18 04:12 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-12-18 04:16 pm (UTC)From:Get cold and wet and tired out, and kick sand in imaginary Nabokov's faces, and that nasty Prof who dishes the dirty ... then on the way home, snatch a couple of GOOD Cornish Pasties, then sit by the fire, with your head in Andre's lap with a good bottle of sommat warming, like hot toddy...
Then to bed for an enoooooormous cuddle!!!!
I like the sound of you performing... DO try and get the vid or recording or whatever, and share it!! Must be good if you enjoyed it!
Hugs darlin' Your book is ON ITS WAY!!!!!!! I have it in PRINT!!!!!(not the book, the promise!!!)
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Date: 2015-12-18 04:18 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-12-18 04:39 pm (UTC)From:And ivy decorations are so satisfying.. there's something about the shape of the leaves... Well done you. But DO go and kick sand.... you won't half enjoy it!!!! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX