Mucho emotional action has been occurring behind the scenes since I’ve returned to Australia from the States.
I thought I was doing a decent job of balancing everything until turning into a pile of moosh last week for a few consecutive days… then I realized something was up.
My day today was spent recalculating… thinking about screenplays and poems… stories and research… There was cooking because that’s what I do when I’m stressed. There were phone calls because sometimes only the closest people you’ve got can convince you ‘You aren’t crazy…’
And then came the email. Continue reading
Life in AUS vs life in the US is different, as I’m sure you can all imagine. There are pluses and minuses to each style of living… if I could somehow get a fifty / fifty time balance between each happening… that would be fabulous.
Something pleasant I find about Australia is that it’s quite easy to avoid the media. Living in the greater NYC area, it’s becomes near impossible. Especially when you consider the population density to boot. Your odds of simply overhearing something are a lot greater. Continue reading
I’m pulled together. I had a few teary days and moderate brain malfunctioning… all sorted. I wonder if people are less emotional than me or just not as blatant about it. Continue reading
I realize no one is going to ‘beat down my door’ as was put to me yesterday. Continue reading
In between tangents, playtime, and the occasional nervous breakdown… I’m trying to figure out what my deal is as a Writer. I’m busting out the novel but as I’m editing it at the moment… I’m asking myself if it’s where my energy should be going, ‘book writing’.
I’m enjoying it, however as my broken record chant declares… I enjoy every kind of creative writing (and the occasional technical stint here and there).
Truthfully, poetry has to be the one style I play with that I never really expected I’d try to publish. I think this is because I’m still adjusting/opening up to whole rejection thing, lol. Which is why, for the longest time I wouldn’t submit to publishers. When you love something, like I love words… throwing it out there to be knocked back and ridiculed isn’t exactly appealing. Somehow (to me) writing and sending out books seems more like business, I think that’s how I can walk off the rejection.
Poetry is different.
I write poetry to cope. For example, when Penguin books told me they didn’t want the Aussie children’s book I sent them – I wrote a poem to deal with it. Or yesterday when I was feeling homesick for Australia and walking a tightrope of losing my shit again … my pen naturally spilt ink in the poetic form as a sort of a protection mechanism.
I guess since I’m basically a born poet, engaging on a mission to prove this via publishing seems odd.
But then again… so do most things on this planet…