The Writer In Me
It’s been a while since I’ve kept a diary. Quite an admission for a “writer”. I’d like to say that this is because I’ve been so busy with a larger work such as a novel or short story that this is the reason for my inactivity, but that would be a lie. So let’s run with it. I’ve been working on a few things at the same time; my new album, a musical, a novel and a screenplay. They take a lot out of me because I have to write a part for myself in each of them and this requires some major soul searching. Unfortunately I find it next to impossible to create a routine for meditation and exercise in my life which makes the soul searching very difficult. Without the soul searching, well, the storylines simply can’t go anywhere.
The Fantastic Life
That wasn’t a bad fantasy at all. I left my full time job about 7 months ago (just before the entire world decided to rush headlong into recession). I had a plan to become everything I’ve ever wanted to be; singer, writer, film maker, actor and social worker. Needless to say, this has not yet happened and this is the first thing I’ve written. In between I’ve been working with my boyfriend who is both a hugely successful and yet unsuccessful musician, music publisher and business man. I’ve also been pretending to do social work in a poor part of town in Jamaica. I say pretend because if I add up all the hours I actually spent on that project it would look more like I was regularly driving through the area on my way to some place else.
My To Do List: Alien Termination, Key Hunt and a Blog
I went to bed last night confident that today would be a productive day. I’d head to the doctor to take a look at my toes which have had an outer-world visit (it appears the extra terrestrials decided to stay and to my horror are now multiplying). However, that plan was thwarted by the fact that I awoke at 12:30pm, and of course all appointments for today are already taken. I could just go to the office and sit there hoping that someone is late for their appointment (which is highly likely as I am in Jamaica), but it might be the 4pm guy who comes late and that would mean I would have been waiting all day in the office. That would suck for me.
My cousin called this morning. She has a wedding at 3pm and needs red or brown/bronze jewelry. Well, I thought, she called the right person. I have beautiful jewels with just these colours. I decided that I’d get the jewelry out of their special cupboard and to my horror discovered that the key to the cupboard was missing. I emptied all my hand bags and still… no key. In fact, all my keys are gone. My sister’s house keys, my mom’s house keys and this key which by the way has my jump drive attached to the key ring. I was sure it couldn’t be far. I would just open a drawer and there they all would be.
This started me on a hunt for keys that would last for what felt like hours.
Five minutes later, I decided to write a blog to overcome my feelings of inadequacy. At least I’m writing, I could say to myself. At the very least, I am a real life writer who, like most other writers in the world, earns nothing for her very hard work.
