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Even though I haven't had a whole lot of time to myself, being off work lets my creative juices boil a bit more.
Time to Think
Yeah, so I'm going to avoid those anecdotes a while longer. If you know me you shouldn't be surprised. Just sit back and enjoy my random interlude.
My dad has made it safely home and my mom is here now for Christmas and New Year's. Yesterday we rented a car and drove out of the city. This post isn't about that, though. This morning we had to take the car back so Adam and I drove it back to the Avis place in Circular Quay. While we were there, we stopped in at the big Dymock's on George St and Adam said he'd get me my birthday present early. So I picked out three books and one of them was Zen in the Art of Writing by one of my many authorial idols Ray Bradbury.
I started reading it at the train platform where Ray immediately and profoundly gave me a nice swift kick in the ass. Thank you, Ray. You are the bomb, one of the greatest consciousnesses I've ever had the privilege to come across. If I ever happen to meet you (which becomes less likely as the marvelous old gent continues to age), I will jump up and down and gush all over you like a silly stupid fangirl.
OK, enough simpering. Back to the drill seargent. The drill seargent popped out of Ray's essay and repeated his words to me verbatim, except it was in a loud angry voice which I will emulate at appropriate points in capital letters. This means that it is important.
First and foremost, it [writing] reminds us that WE ARE ALIVE AND THAT IT IS A GIFT AND A PRIVILEDGE, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.
Ray also told me to watch out about taking in reality in large doses. Or rather, to temper reality with other stuff.
YOU MUST STAY DRUNK ON WRITING SO REALITY CANNOT DESTROY YOU.
I have been sober for far too long. Following the advice of the good Dr Bradbury, I wrote this.
Incidentally, the drive was nice, if long and windy and trafficky. It was good to get out of the city. We went to Ulladulla and took some walks in the bush. We didn't see much wildlife apart from a cicada and a very strange large white bird with black tips on its wings.
Tonight, we go to the theatre! The Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged is playing at the Opera House. We have tickets! Hurrah!
Tomorrow, my birthday. Two-ty six. Hurrah!