A Dream of Escape

A dream of escape.

Here in the Northeast in America, we are under a cold snap.

Since Christmas, we have been suffering with below zero temperatures and into the predictable future (according to the iPhone).

And then, with or without a cold (which I have), we are essentially trapped indoors.

I've been lucky to have a writing project to take me out of myself.

The BEST vacation I can ever have. 

Micky at the Tree Lighting

I wasn't in New York for this, but I LOVE how he (and the Monkees) have become mainstream again!

http://www.winterseve.nyc/treelighting2017/

What is more New York/American/Corny than having a "legendary rock star" at the tree-lighting?

Nothing, man, nuthin.

Hot Autumn Night on Long Island

SSB and the Buckinghams and the Grass Roots and Peter Noone (Noon-e) and Herman's Hermits.

Everyone was worried that the crazy one would show up, and of course, there she was .  As if they had all come for her, as if she was actually friends with them and her only vindication was to stay connected to THEM.

THEY give her legitimacy.

(And then there was a girl with 2 of her plays in her bag, in case they wanted to read any)

Steampunk and TEDx

Lots of comic-cons, or cons of all sorts.

Taking Steppin Stone to Heart

You-know-who strikes again.  And to read her post, she seems to be reiterating a hatred for people who seem to be portrayed by the song Steppin' Stone.  

As if the acting within the song, the expression of disdain for those who associate with famous people just because they are famous, is a huge thing for her.

I don't get it.

Documented here, and all over Facebook.

Is it HDT or is it the Pond?

The other day, I had a major realization.

It is not HDThoreau, it is Walden.

It is not PT, it is the music he creates.

They are just the vessels.

(I would like to be a vessel)

It helps to associate yourself with something amazing, it helps people to listen.

Wriitng his Autobiography for him

Returning to the dreams....

He keeps popping up, maybe his fictional autobiography, maybe just having him hanging around.  The Show, all the stories.

There is a GREAT Novel to be written based on his memories of things, but leave all the branding out.  A giant spreadsheet of all the years, all the stories and the favorite song lyrics of all the years.  Start in the 60's and work your way out to the edges.

Leave out the names.

Novel to be.

"I Love Dick" Amazon Series

I stumbled across the amazon Series (8 episodes-total) and struck gold.

It is the story of a woman who meets a man at a dinner with her husband, and suddenly develops an overwhelming infatuation with him.

And writes him letters.  And letters. And letters.

And there is a book.  Which is even better.  It came out in the late 1990's, when I was perhaps not as sophisticated as I am now (ha), but wasn't on my radar at all.  (Someone at work described the main character as a "whack job")

"Dear Dick,"

How can a woman subvert the romantic trope that has been owned by men for decades?  Loving someone without their consent, persisting.

And sometimes not even involving the other person in the romance.

Except here, she makes SURE he gets the letters.  She does it as a performance piece, a piece of art.

In the series, she even posts them around the town. (WOW)

The book keeps me interested to keep reading.

At one point in the series, he rejects her by saying, 'I do not find you interesting, at all"

Which would be the worst.  It's one thing to reject the idea of an affair.  But another to tell the person who finds you utterly fascinating-that you are bored.

At 50: Restraining order

He recently had to file a restraining order against someone.

I don't know what happened, but there was something shattered.

At the last comic con, she approached the wife, or vice versa. There was an issue.

Everything in the letter is designed not to make him look bad.  But to draw a line. 

Plays into Novels

Maybe these works would work better as a novel. Plays are fun to play with, but difficult to produce & give legs to.

Novels are novel.

And tangible.

Living Without Him

Except for a few moments lately, and getting back into the series (to finish the book), I feel like I've almost forgotten about him.

Certainly, I've forgotten what it is like to HAVE him in my mind. (And sadly, it's not a feeling I miss).  When I list the things in my mind, work and new friends there, and the politics and the projects, maybe it's 5/7ths of my life. 70% of my brain?  I've been VERY good about keeping a bit of MYSELF for my sanity.

I've moved on from him. And the guy after that.  And the guy after that.  And now there's another (or 2 more).  Thinking about this script is like thinking about a memory.  I need to make it more alive.

Everything is quiet in the background. But I still hear him talking.

A Picture of His Nose

I can't remember the last time I loved him.

I saw a black & white picture of his nose.  And somewhere in my mind, I saw the face as a stranger's. 

I didn't recognize him.

I didn't remember being in love. Didn't remember his voice, it what I loved about him, or when.

It was strange to everyone.  Especially me. And the me I used to be.