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May. 16th, 2007 10:15 amWell, I'm back. That trip was actually really good, circumstances withstanding. Actually, even that wasn't so bad as Grampa made not one but two recoveries. As far as I know, he's still alive and kickin'.
The really great, albeit a little bittersweet, part of the trip was realizing where my muse has gone. She's living in the Pacific Northwest.
Dammit.
I always, always get inspired when I go up there. I always come back with at least three serious works in mind and many more basic ideas.
This time, I not only came back with three works in mind, but I also came up with The Plan.
Normally I don't make plans. Plans and I don't get along, mostly because whenever I make up a plan, the Universe comes along and smacks me down, saying, "Uh-uh-uh! You don't get it, do you? You're my bitch, and you will do what I say!"
Normally, I don't have too much of a problem with that as She has been a good mistress for the most part. I don't regret most of what's happened in my life as it's made me who I am, which isn't that bad. And I've learned that fighting against the Universe is generally a bad idea. Life is not only easier when I go along with Her plans (although that really isn't the right word... wishes, maybe?), but it's also better.
However, I'm thinking that because this plan has to do with my art, the Universe isn't going to interfere. Afterall, that's the direction She's been steering me for ever and ever, amen.
But, now comes the implementing of The Plan. It means the resumption of my resolutions. It means adding a few more tasks as well. It means I really need to apply all that latent discipline. Dammit.
So, the short of it is that I probably won't be spending as much time online anymore. I'm not going away completely (you all are way too interesting and important to me), but... This is my form of relaxation, and relaxing ain't gonna get me nowhere, even if I do need to do it from time to time.
The really great, albeit a little bittersweet, part of the trip was realizing where my muse has gone. She's living in the Pacific Northwest.
Dammit.
I always, always get inspired when I go up there. I always come back with at least three serious works in mind and many more basic ideas.
This time, I not only came back with three works in mind, but I also came up with The Plan.
Normally I don't make plans. Plans and I don't get along, mostly because whenever I make up a plan, the Universe comes along and smacks me down, saying, "Uh-uh-uh! You don't get it, do you? You're my bitch, and you will do what I say!"
Normally, I don't have too much of a problem with that as She has been a good mistress for the most part. I don't regret most of what's happened in my life as it's made me who I am, which isn't that bad. And I've learned that fighting against the Universe is generally a bad idea. Life is not only easier when I go along with Her plans (although that really isn't the right word... wishes, maybe?), but it's also better.
However, I'm thinking that because this plan has to do with my art, the Universe isn't going to interfere. Afterall, that's the direction She's been steering me for ever and ever, amen.
But, now comes the implementing of The Plan. It means the resumption of my resolutions. It means adding a few more tasks as well. It means I really need to apply all that latent discipline. Dammit.
( The Plan )
So, the short of it is that I probably won't be spending as much time online anymore. I'm not going away completely (you all are way too interesting and important to me), but... This is my form of relaxation, and relaxing ain't gonna get me nowhere, even if I do need to do it from time to time.
