Yesterday I talked about hanging with Miz Atwood in Mexico.
Today I think we should talk about my relationship with Picasso.
Sure, sure…I know he’s dead, but still, did you know that he and I might have shared a way of viewing the world?
Now. I get that this is a bit of conjecture. But the common belief is that Picasso suffered from aura migraines and that these experiences influenced his cubist and rather fractured rendtion of the world.
I wish I could say that I ended up painting up a Picasso-worthy picture yesterday. Not so much.
But yesterday morning I once again viewed the world in a very different way; a shiny magic scene where a small hole of nothingness expands and moves, growing like my very own wormhole in my personal cyberspace; a pocket of nothingness where vision goes to disappear.
To the right of that shiny nothing space, there was a crescent shape of intensely pulsating fractals of light, like a rainbow caught in a spirograph swirl.
Heady stuff all round.
But really? I’m just coming up with one more reason for not writing. Again. And today’s reason? I was preparing for tomorrow. Yeh, that’s it.
Laying the groundwork.
In my defense, I printed off everything I had worked on during last year’s Humber program (including all of David Bergen’s comments) and I’m going to start at the beginning and get at it. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow the Official 2012 Writing Plan kicks into action.
Mr. Picasso and Ms. Atwood are just going to have to quit clamoring for my attention.
Remember the story of the little boy who kept hitting his head with a hammer because it felt so good when he stopped? Imagine the relief after a migraine leaves… you can’t realize how utterly blissful it is to be without a nauseating, sweat/chill-inducing, aurally magnifying, tinfoil tasting, vertigo inducing headache. People who have never had them can never know how absolutely frickingtackulous it is to NOT have one.
Laurie, I’m going to guess that you are on rather intimate terms with those symptoms 🙂 When I first got these things, there was often no headache but now they seem to kind of sock in like a bad fog. I don’t know which is worse, the headache or the killer ‘hangover’.
You are writing. You are writing posts. A post is not a building, or even a whole fence, but it is writing. Just do it a little longer.
Hey Carol. I like that image of all my posts adding up to a fence 🙂 Thanks for the encouragement. Today I did the writing that I wanted to work on. And tomorrow I’m doing it again. It’s starting to happen. Yippee.
I consider myself so lucky that I’ve never had migraines. I have several friends who suffer terribly with them.
Maybe someday you will really be able to use the migraine experience in your writing…a character who has them? a doctor who cures them?
Feel better!
Spoken like a true writer Becca:) It’s all material!
Often the auras don’t lead to actual headaches but when they do…it’s definitely interesting. Almost worse is the ‘hangover’ that follows, which doesn’t at least offer the benefit of a prior party. Having said that, the fractals are beautiful.
Tomorrow is when I am starting back to work & writing, so I believe that you have it exactly right.
Sharon, so that means 2012 starts tomorrow right??