Cold, sunny, and partly sunny
April 24, 2015
I finished term 1 – Graduate Studies in Literature; Graduate Studies in English.
I returned the violin, hugged the friend who had loaned it to me, and John. Listened to some music in the biker bar/beach pub. It’s a pretty place, full of smoke and alcohol faces, lots of alcohol, and good musicians.
I won’t go there again. That is not what is written in my journal. But I won’t go there again. I just wanted to be sure to go there that night. It was important, as if I needed to be sure of something, of someone. But that comes later. One of the things you can do when you revisit journals is understand why it was important for me to go there that night, just to be sure.
But on April 24, the dragons under the bed are restless. I am aware that I miss church, miss the people in the griefshare group (griefshare.org). Miss the ladies from the Psalm of Ascent (Beth Moore) group. I feel too confined, have too many uncertain medical results, and a professor who held me accountable for things that were not my fault or responsibility. That in itself is enough to open the doors and let out the dragons.
I am reading Story by Robert McKee. He describes the kind of person who can be a world class great scriptwriter. I’ve never read such a description that matches who I am.
I like to teach.
I’d rather write.
I think I need both so I have deadlines and human interaction. You know… Ridley Scott. Russell Crowe. Cate Blanchett….
My experience in Arizona, and the feedback I get about my compositions really helped to define my comfort level as a writer. I like sharing experiences, stories, and getting feedback of appreciation.
“I love the way you write. You have such a gift.”
It makes the act, the process, the experience less lonely.
I had an engaged audience, and now, I am learning the language of scriptwriting.
By the end of this class, I will have a portfolio of one-act scripts.
Me. Amy Lynn Reifsnyder.
Hello, Russell Crowe, Cate Blanchett
It’s nice to have dreams, new clothes, new glasses, and a host of supportive people, and safe places to grow.
I am going to bed soon.
Tomorrow is going to be a great day.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Happy Birthday Eve, Aunt Jane
I miss you.