"Season's a-changin'."
Sep. 13th, 2009 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I know I have a lot to do today, but it's vastly creative and important and this is creative but unimportant (in the grand scheme of things) and I need to flow some of this creativity out before it devours me whole.
It's the end of summer, and I'm beginning to relax my tenacious grip on the season and allow, if not welcome, autumn. It's not that I don't love autumn- I do. It's just that, when you live in an area that can be frigid for six months out of the year, you really count on a hot, if not long, summer to warm you up between winters. This summer failed at that. We had a couple of short heat waves, but when it wasn't blisteringly hot (perhaps 5% of the time) it was usually overcast and raining.
Anyway, fall seems to be coming early, and for the longest time I resisted it, still bitter about not having gotten to enjoy a real summer. But I can feel it now, in my gut, and there's no denying that fall is here. The lush greens of deep summer have turned sharp and ancient, and bare branches confront me wherever I go. The apartment is cool in the morning, cool enough to wear a sweater sometimes, or debate closing the windows. Rich browns, deep purples, earthy oranges and red and green all call to me when my eyes graze the streets outside, or the shelves of a store, or the drawers of my wardrobe. It's like an instinct, a natural rhythm of being; of course I'll wear more purple and orange without meaning to; of course I've begun to put a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg in my coffee without thinking about it; of course I found the indian corn in my closet and decided it would look good on my altar/wine rack. It's all very "duh." Easy. Like, well, coming home, to be cliche.
And the energy... good lords and ladies, the energy that is all around me, creativity flowing through my veins, lancing through my heart and my brain... it comes to me like a storm, and within me transmutes into strange projections, nets and tentacles that lash about nearly everything my attention falls upon, so that my eyes can see more clearly "Oh, well that would make a great story!" Hell, half the time I just look at something- the way a fragment of light comes through the window and spills distorted across the wall, or the strange play of shadow amongst the boughs of a tree, or the quality of sunlight and how it's new angle of projection makes everything so much more golden than at any other time of year... I just look at these things and I fall in love.
There are a million and one things I need to get done. Many of them are creative, many of them are not, all of them have been put aside because, frankly, I was overwhelmed with the creativity for a while. I had so much coming to me and not enough coming out of me that I was drunk on ideas. I still am, in a way, though I'm trying to adjust the pressure by relieving myself, slowly, of some of the older ideas.
To do:
-2 chapters in TPaL, 1 needs to be finished TONIGHT
-write The Tower; I should be aiming for 3k a day to finish by November (hint: ain't gonna happen)
-chapter summaries + synopsis for The Hierophant which I need to finish NOW because I'm supposed to mail the synposis to an agent tonight
-Research for The Arcana series
-storyboard my animation for the prologue of TPaL
-write a proposal for a video blog project i'm considering
-write a 2pg paper for this weird chock-full-o-jesus 1 credit class i'm taking
-read a book for adv. editing
-read crap for Filmic Texts
-read all my syllabi and make notes of exams and project due dates
... and all of this that's not on-going is really stuff I should have taken care of this weekend, and things that tempt me away from each other.
I am endlessly grateful for all these ideas and opportunities. I'd rather be awash in a sea of creativity than many other places. My goal, now, is to harness this power and not let it overwhelm me as it has been. I need to take care of myself, too- lack of sleep thwarted me yesterday and I was unable to finish a project I'd set out to do. Energy has always been a concern of mine, and I don't intend to fall behind again because I can't keep my eyes open. So, today, I'm going to work on my professional projects first (synposis etc.), TPaL second, and then I'm taking a break to sit down and make a few lists of what I can do to help me be more productive and less exhausted.
Besides, I really only need to just pass all of my classes this semester in order to graduate...
It's the end of summer, and I'm beginning to relax my tenacious grip on the season and allow, if not welcome, autumn. It's not that I don't love autumn- I do. It's just that, when you live in an area that can be frigid for six months out of the year, you really count on a hot, if not long, summer to warm you up between winters. This summer failed at that. We had a couple of short heat waves, but when it wasn't blisteringly hot (perhaps 5% of the time) it was usually overcast and raining.
Anyway, fall seems to be coming early, and for the longest time I resisted it, still bitter about not having gotten to enjoy a real summer. But I can feel it now, in my gut, and there's no denying that fall is here. The lush greens of deep summer have turned sharp and ancient, and bare branches confront me wherever I go. The apartment is cool in the morning, cool enough to wear a sweater sometimes, or debate closing the windows. Rich browns, deep purples, earthy oranges and red and green all call to me when my eyes graze the streets outside, or the shelves of a store, or the drawers of my wardrobe. It's like an instinct, a natural rhythm of being; of course I'll wear more purple and orange without meaning to; of course I've begun to put a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg in my coffee without thinking about it; of course I found the indian corn in my closet and decided it would look good on my altar/wine rack. It's all very "duh." Easy. Like, well, coming home, to be cliche.
And the energy... good lords and ladies, the energy that is all around me, creativity flowing through my veins, lancing through my heart and my brain... it comes to me like a storm, and within me transmutes into strange projections, nets and tentacles that lash about nearly everything my attention falls upon, so that my eyes can see more clearly "Oh, well that would make a great story!" Hell, half the time I just look at something- the way a fragment of light comes through the window and spills distorted across the wall, or the strange play of shadow amongst the boughs of a tree, or the quality of sunlight and how it's new angle of projection makes everything so much more golden than at any other time of year... I just look at these things and I fall in love.
There are a million and one things I need to get done. Many of them are creative, many of them are not, all of them have been put aside because, frankly, I was overwhelmed with the creativity for a while. I had so much coming to me and not enough coming out of me that I was drunk on ideas. I still am, in a way, though I'm trying to adjust the pressure by relieving myself, slowly, of some of the older ideas.
To do:
-2 chapters in TPaL, 1 needs to be finished TONIGHT
-write The Tower; I should be aiming for 3k a day to finish by November (hint: ain't gonna happen)
-chapter summaries + synopsis for The Hierophant which I need to finish NOW because I'm supposed to mail the synposis to an agent tonight
-Research for The Arcana series
-storyboard my animation for the prologue of TPaL
-write a proposal for a video blog project i'm considering
-write a 2pg paper for this weird chock-full-o-jesus 1 credit class i'm taking
-read a book for adv. editing
-read crap for Filmic Texts
-read all my syllabi and make notes of exams and project due dates
... and all of this that's not on-going is really stuff I should have taken care of this weekend, and things that tempt me away from each other.
I am endlessly grateful for all these ideas and opportunities. I'd rather be awash in a sea of creativity than many other places. My goal, now, is to harness this power and not let it overwhelm me as it has been. I need to take care of myself, too- lack of sleep thwarted me yesterday and I was unable to finish a project I'd set out to do. Energy has always been a concern of mine, and I don't intend to fall behind again because I can't keep my eyes open. So, today, I'm going to work on my professional projects first (synposis etc.), TPaL second, and then I'm taking a break to sit down and make a few lists of what I can do to help me be more productive and less exhausted.
Besides, I really only need to just pass all of my classes this semester in order to graduate...
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Date: 2009-09-14 04:02 pm (UTC)*LOVE*!!! I can imagine how awesome our writing on Wednesday will be. I can just IMAGINE it. XD
What are you doing today at two? XD *coughs*
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Date: 2009-09-14 05:40 pm (UTC)I try to keep some sort of balance and actually FINISH things as well as not cut off or neglect any of my ideas. The balance for me can be a bit of a tight rope.
thank you for helping me feel less crazy ;-) :-)
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Date: 2009-09-15 01:18 am (UTC)In my opinion.
PS
More TPaL, Squeeeeee!!!