AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

11/26/12

Find Yourself and Redesign Timetable

Well, I think I've finally done it.  The act took a very long time.  A very, very, long time, but I think I've found myself.  I believe I've gotten enough of us back to the table to start working again on creative things.  It has been a top priority, it feels like, for far too long.  I've been so self absorbed, I have not been able to see past my own nose unless I was dead asleep and dreaming.

Speaking of which, I did have the most fantastic dream that fleshed out into several more characters with unique dialog of their own so far detailed I began to wonder, asleep, of their back stories because all of the interactions were so well and tightly detailed I felt, by four way conversation's end, that I knew them from other lives, even though the quality of the sleep itself lasted less than an hour.

I have finally found myself, although the child is AWOL.  I am not happy about that.  There is a certain whimsy I've been unable to recapture.  Not so much unable as much as it has been a certain amount of flailing in the dark.  Bless his screwed up soul.  I need him back, both listening and contributing, if I ever intend to get better.  That's what has been difficult to deal with the most.

Shooting for the end of December for the redesigns.
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