Thursday, May 21, 2009

Writing and Dreams

I had a dream last night that I was in a bank and I got a phone call from a man whose voice I recognized but couldn't place. His tone was all sleazy salesman - he said, "Heyyy, you haven't paid me yet."

I said, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

He said, "it's fine, just give me your credit card number and expiration date and we'll call it square."

I said, "What?"

And then I woke up.


Writing exercises from today at the lab:

1. We were supposed to stare at a light source for 15 seconds and then close our eyes and find a word in the image behind our eyelids. Then we did word association which turned into prose -

imem aria ripening in the canal, give me a lightbulb to burn through the fabric and into the man with the tattered cap, who once read me a story by that fire right there, right there and into the blue.

2. We did a series of prompted exercises, then were told to write a 34 word play using what we'd just written. The 34 words included the stage directions. We were also prompted to write a title using only the letters in our own name, and using them only once each. We didn't have to use every letter.

an ire image

Fi, in the blue.

Fi: fishing weight under the pier, falling faster and fish down below,
heavy, eyes in the dark. I know you, weight, the thing in my foot which keeps me from dancing.

And a quote from today:

"We are absolutely dependent on eachother, and absolutely weird to each other. - Erik Ehn

Friday, May 08, 2009


I have it. But I'm trying to ignore it and get along with my life. My husband is away tonight for work, so I'm watching schlocky television to make myself feel better and to avoid thinking about the future.

But I can tell you one thing, if I didn't have my dog it would not be a fun night. She always calms me down, even when she's manic and running around in circles on the floor. Best 20 bucks I ever spent.