Tonight - something new! I need to get into some script work soon, but first up is something that's still bringing a rush to me every time I think about it. After spending the weekend entrenched in planning mode, this week's one of the first times that this new team - our name still something I'm savouring and welcoming into my heart and headspace, excitedly and absolutely - has got some solid priorities down on paper, some 'to dos' down before we next meet. So tonight, I get the fun jobs. Playing with fonts, getting used to the feel of these words - this word with such force and focus and potential and ambition - on paper and letting them take on their own integral shape and form. Working on some website priorities, knocking out what we need to be thinking about and the kind of shape and format we want to work towards. Soaking up the words of others in preparation for taking on their story, and maybe, possibly even getting to spend some time dreaming in words and colours and images... there's so much coming up but this teaser concept, it's giving me goose bumps. So. Excited.
Update: Just got info for accessing the new email addresses sent through. Love knowing that as I'm working on one thing, the others are doing the same in another area. It's such a great feeling of productivity - one heart, so many hands! (So much to do, though, to keep those hands busy. Thankfully.)
I'm currently sharing my house with only a mouse. I just sat down at the table with a cup of tea and saw a shadow flit past in the window reflection. I don't mind it tonight. It can have a grace period. Tomorrow, when the house is once again filled with footsteps and voices and activity, it'll have to return back to furtive ventures out when there's no light and no excitement. This must be a little thrill for it. It probably rejoices in the quiet of home-aloneness just as much as I do - if so, I'm happy to oblige.
Mm, floating in music possibility. I always find it amazing to watch things play out. We're all given skill sets and abilities but we're also all quite deficient in other areas. When you trust in your worth for the area you ARE gifted in, it's incredible to watch the other areas fall together. People cross your paths or you're struck with ideas for fresh solutions and suddenly it's no longer an impossibility. That's how I feel when it comes to the musical side of these pieces - no matter how much music I consume, that'll never be an ability I possess. But others keep crossing our paths and options are arising, and I'm glad to be able to watch the pieces fall into place even just at this potential idea stage. It all begins with a seed of a thought, and we're being blessed with a few different seeds right now. Trusting for the right ones to take root.
Later. Mouse is loud. Back to predatory instincts. If I wasn't so afraid of them, I'd set up a trap. Knowing I'd just end up catching myself and I'm already sporting a band-aid (apparently being 18 doesn't mean you can automatically safely chop vegetables), I think I'll just put up with it.
I'm commenting on someone else's work at the moment and this is also such an interesting part of the process. Having some input and the freedom to comment on others' progress, as well as seeing how each of us respond to similar guidelines for layouts and structures and outlines, is a real eye opener. There's so many different styles out there and these are the kind of stories I would never in a lifetime have come up with, but it comes so naturally to someone else. I really love that about stories. Who would have thought two syllables, one word, could lead to countless lifetimes of thirsty pursuit of the ultimatum - holding the finished weight in your hands, feeling the words and the hours and the characters and seeing the simple black font on white paper as your outcome? Whatever the form - book, film, poem, song, campfire yarn - we're captivated and enthralled, unable to satiate our desire. I guess that classic childhood request of 'just one more story dad' right before bed isn't something you lose with your teeth or anything like that. We're never satisfied. It's like we're aware there's just so many to be told and so much to be learnt through their telling.
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