Getting LOTS done. Yep. Lots and lots.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I just spent two hours reorganizing a large pile of torn-out planner pages, post-its, and scrap paper--an accurate road map to the interiority of my brain, which, to my OCD's chagrin, is really not that organized after all.
Two HOURS, people.
Somewhere in there, I stumbled on this note, from March 31, 2009:
Short story @ PCC!performing polynesianness (weird)edit from Freaks?
What a GEM. Evidently, it was back in March 2009 that I began dreaming up "Circle Island." It began as nothing more than the cobbling together of an observation ("the Polynesian Cultural Center requires Mormon Polynesians to perform their Polynesianness, and I find this WEIRD") with the resurrection and rewriting of a draft of another story that had never quite worked ("Freaks," which meditated on what makes someone a "freak" and was set in Coney Island).
I am really relieved that I wrote "Circle Island" without waiting to find this note again, but nevertheless sometimes my disorganized mess makes me really, really happy. Such as on days like today, where the chaos yields proof of inspiration. How very bright, and yet tiny, inspiration can seem--like a flash of lightning, like the firing of a single synapse, so electric and quick. And yet if you give it the time and space to breathe, it takes on a life of its own.