While at Karaoke
It's been a long time since...
I haven't written here from a personal
perspective in a while. Wasn't sure what belonged here,
anymore.
Living through Lyrics is my
way of sharing my life with others in a way they can share. If you really want
to, you can find the songs I quote, and listen to them, and feel these feeling
for yourself. But they aren't my words, not really, though the bold-face means
something.
No, this is something
different. I was told a while ago that I hadn't written anything here in a long
time. Well, my life doesn't change much. I work. I write. I sing. I visit mom
and Bill and Grandmother. I play laser tag once a month. And then the months
repeat.
Then there is summer. Plans are
made, then fall apart. Communication breaks down, or feelings are such that
those friends I wanted to visit don't want to see me, or can't see me. Distance
is not an issue. Time is not an issue. Other issues are issues, issues I didn't
know were issues are issues. But, that's OK. It is not my
life.
Because my life is here, in the
words I write. And I do write a lot, just not here. There's the screenplay- I
had a (nearly) full cast read-through two weeks ago that left me with chills up
and down my spine... it was really good to hear my words come together by people
who could be the people I wrote. then there's the television show that comes
after the movie. I am still stuck in episode two, but it is stretching into a
two-hour special, and that can't happen. Lots of editing will
happen.
I still write songs. Songs
about you, about me, about the things I see and imagine. Some of them I like. I
guess that happens with everything. Some of it I like. Music is such an
important part of everything I do. I take my entire music library everywhere I
go... the iPod is an amazing thing.. allows me to take 40 gigs of music wherever
I go. And that is my library. Just barely. So, it goes in my car, it goes to
school, it goes on vacation with me. When I am on the beach, I am in my music.
When I teach, the words flow through my head. When I drive, I sing along. The
music is all around me. And it is usually all about
you.
Dreams? Yes, I still dream, when I
am able to sleep. Sleep? That comes eventually. I put up with the tingling skin
and I've accepted the crawlies at the corners of my eyes. The hallucinations are
ignorable. And, eventually, I sleep. And then I dream. Sometimes, they are about
us, about the way things were, the way they should have been, the way they will
be. My dreams are never about the way things are. I see too much of that truth
everyday, from the moment I wake up holding my pillow to the time I go to sleep,
your name still on my lips as I think of us. The reality I live is not the
reality I made. which is why I start grad school in
August.
Yep. Going to graduate school.
Master of Fine Arts in creative Writing, with a concentration in screenplays.
It's a terminal degree. I'll be able to teach college. Probably nothing special,
but junior colleges, local schools, tech schools. We'll see what happens. After
all, I am writing movie scripts and television shows. Could turn into something
lucrative. We'll see.
You know how to
find me.
Posted: Sat
- May 17, 2008 at 10:50 PM