So, Monday...Ya. Weekends are short. But I have some ideas about how to make them longer or at least seem longer. But then again not everyone wants to install a hard disk on the weekend. Never mind.
I just finished writing my morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing by hand about absolutely anything. This tidy little invention is the brain child of Julia Cameron, the well known teacher and author of "The Artist's Way". She teaches people how to unblock. If you have never felt blocked in your creativity...or you don't give a rats ass about it one way or the other, this is a real good time to turn on the "Price Is Right" and call it a day.
Why are so many of us so afraid to write? Are we afraid of intimacy with ourselves? Are we hiding something we suspect is there and therefore don't feel comfortable with blank pages lest they reveal something to us about us? What would we reveal to ourselves, the truth?
And the Truth will set you free. -- John 8:32.
Not to get all religious on you here, because you know me, you could hardly consider me religious, but I have found this little ditty to be of interest. Daily writing tends to puts me into the middle of myself, where, for better or worse, I get used to what is there; good, bad, pretty, ugly, ridiculous, boring, exciting, stupid, clumsy; deft. Does it take courage? What worthwhile thing doesn't? Does it help to unblock as Julia Cameron suggests? Well, I sure am writing more these days with a great deal more ease, but you be the judge...why not try it?
I spent yesterday afternoon trying to help my good friend and co-writer Robert install a new hard drive on his computer over the phone. What a frustration for both of us. After trying every jumper setting under the sun, after having tried every BIOS friggen setting you could possible ever imagine, we still wound up with the same result; a computer with only one (the original) hard drive working. Ya.
Robert: "I want to hurl the whole thing out the window."
Mark: "No hurling ...please."
It seems that, it being his computer that was still no better for it, Robert had a pretty intense case of computer rage. I wonder how many people are killed or wounded by hurled-out-of-the-window computers. I'm in a bungalow so the people in my neighbourhood are likely to be safe, but what about downtown high rises? Hmm.
Well, one way or another Rob will get his hard disk to work. I have confidence in sunshine. (Sound of Music)
Now, the day is rapidly moving right along here so I had better get my big, fat, lazy, tinny, bony ass in gear and hit the road. Always check your blind spot, beware of computer rage and high rises, and don't say, and don't ask?
So, the day begins well.
