I should not be writing this right now. But I am. And this is the story of writing. It's 11:16pm on a Sunday evening following a movie. I want to get back into writing. The immediate impetus for this was reading Mic Lasalle's blog, which I stumbled upon when looking for his review of Inception. Ah, life a dream. I forgot what I wanted to say, other than, "I am here, and damnit, I will not be underwritten." Writing is my life.
Anyway, today, I actually had what you might call a vision. Saw a miniature version of myself as I was on a coin. It was a reverse shadow of myself - as my eyes were closed while 100% awake. I know I am not going crazy. I do not believe in visions. So, I call it an unsolved mystery. Anyway, I did notice this: that I saw a white car as well. It was driving. And as I began to think about my white car, it began to take shape. This was when I got really scared and jumped out of bed (I was on a two-hour recovery nap from the previous day's workshop) and said out loud, "I refuse to look at this." What I meant was that I did not want to be given some vision of destruction on the road - just as in those stories about people having premonitions. I stopped it.
The real reason for writing this: I have the ability to write a blog, just as Mic LaSalle does. I want to get back into it.
By the way, I haven't told you about the arts workshop I brought together. And life to tell about it. I am listening to John Lennon in a Beatles breakup interview. So, I am invoking his spirit as I write. And yes, I did get to the videos from Mic LaSalle's site. At the end of the first video, John acts silly. I felt the Lennon sadness. I am sorry he left on December 8th, 30 years ago, and fresh tears came to my eyes.
Goonight, dear world. Goodnight!
