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Miki's Blog and stuff |
Musings on this writing life, as I muddle my way toward success. |
Uploaded a new, updated version of my play The Long Blink, with a video of it being read on stage:
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What do you say when You've been gone so long No matter the message It's bound to be wrong Mentors, supporters, New friends and peers I let them all fade Because of some fears I let myself flounder when I should have been strong Instead got distracted It went on too long Life is a challenge on the best of our days Brings out our courage In frightening new ways So there's a pandemic And money is tight There's no use just hiding We must put up a fight I've since learned a lesson Right down to the bone No matter what happens We can't do it alone |
With all this weird stuff going on, hurting many and leaving so many others at home without work, it's not hard to think of it as all bad. But then I recall the universe seems to have this balance thing going on, where one sees bad, something good may be hiding close by. Perhaps with all the pain it is causing--and it is, for sure--we feel too guilty to look for the good. But there it is, hiding behind a shrubbery going "psst" at us. A few months ago, when life was "normal" and we were doing our regular thing, trying to make a living in a world where rent was too high and we were working too hard for too little, many of us were toiling along wishing there was some better way. If only we had time, we could work on something we've always wanted to do, maybe follow that dream. Write that book or screenplay. And then something happened and here many of us are, at home, with time on our hands. Forced to do nothing. Maybe this is our time to dust off those dreams and take them for a spin... |
I'm feeling a little guilty, as if it's all my fault. A mere eighteen days ago, it seemed my major concern in life was finding focus to write in a world that has suddenly become insufferably ... sunny and beautiful. I wasn't so much complaining about this lovely feeling of being alive and warm and physically active; I just wasn't getting my writing done. Silly me. So I asked the mysterious world beyond the blog to bring me focus to write ... and it responded with a pandemic lockdown situation, as if to say "there you go, you have no excuse now." With apologies to the rest of the world, I'll try to be more careful with my wishes from now on. Who knew that WdC was such a powerfully helpful (and dangerous) force in the universe. (I'm joking, of course. . . . . Uhm, right?) |
The weather here is gorgeous and I'm suffering from a distracting case of Spring Fever (I think this may be contagious, so be careful). I can't even worry over my car troubles properly. I've dug up the novel I stuck in a drawer ages ago and am perusing it (grimace, flinch) for possibly polishing and posting on my portfolio. I'm also forcing myself to tweak the short story with the unfortunate ending to post here soon. There, I said it; now I have to do it. So there, me. Take that. If anyone has an effective protocol for staying focused on one project, instead of turning all procrastinatrixy staring at a dozen of them, please let me know. |
I've realized lately, thanks to some lovely supportive people trying to nominate me for stuff, that I've been rather private here with my work so far. It seems I need to learn to share more. Bad Miki, no donut. So, in defiance of my shyness, I decided to put more humble bits of myself out there--and make them public! Eek! Hopefully something there will make someone smile or nod or think of wombats in a cheerful way. I started out today posting some poetry and hope to post a few short stories later on. Let me know what you think--I'm always open to making improvements in my storytellingness. And thank you to the lovely people who thought me worthy of further attention and stuff. |