Sunday, January 19, 2014

A DAY TO STINK

STINK DAY I’m just talking to myself loud enough for others to hear. For some time now, Sunday has been a day for reflection – I think about things: things recently done, things to do, and the how and why of it all. If I’m not going out to meet a friend for breakfast I don’t shower – I don’t even change out of what I slept in, if I slept in anything. I might leave the sofabed unfolded. So I tend to get a little funky as the day moves toward its end – I’m comfortable in my stink. Today the thought of my solo performance is present – next week I’ll do a workshop performance for a few follow writers and actors. One never knows when or how an idea will spark the action to do something. I’m a member of the Independent Writers of Southern California (IWOSC) – a very large group. One morning I was in a subgroup meeting at a bookstore near where I live when a fellow writer suggested I write a solo performance to help promote my new books – she knows my work as an actor and writer and had put the two together. That idea had never occurred to me – it may never have. Although I’m well aware that I need others to help me reach the goals I set for myself, sometimes that reality gives me pause and time to consider the fact that we really do need each other.