Good morning. I’m thinking that I’m going to try to do a daily blog just to warm myself up in the morning, get in the habit of writing every day, and see where the wind takes me.
I have been having a lot of dreams that resemble movies lately. These are atypical dreams for me. Last night, I was in what seemed to be a next installment of Charlie’s Angels, but without the humor that you would expect. I seemed to be the Cameron Diaz character. The dream went on for a very long time, and of course I don’t remember all of the details, but it was at a football game and I was seen from an overhead shot, just like the movies.
I don’t really like those kind of dreams, because it seems that it really has nothing to do with me. I’d rather have something to think about and wonder whether it symbolized this that or the other thing in my life. Movie-dreams just make me feel like I watch too much t.v.
Jay and I did go for about 9 months without cable a couple of years ago. It felt great. We still had a small tv with a built in vcr, so we watched that once in a while, but there was really no mindless consumption of television, since there was literally no way to watch it.
Not like these days. I have been watching tv a lot more than I care to admit. I end up taking naps in front of the darn thing, thinking that I will be able to rest. I find, though, that I can’t really rest, and I end up feeling worse than when I laid down.
I have a lot of fond memories of staying at my friend Erikka’s house in college, she had a tv, but it was in a back room that I never went into. She was in a small bungalow in St. Paul, the walls were white, well, maybe cream colored, and there was dark woodwork; there was a gold Chinese screen over the cuoch, and a large mirror with a dark frame over the fireplace. The mantle had a few framed pictures of family and friends. Everything was very tidy and economical, and it was a wonderful place to write. I was in a poetry class at the time, and I remember sitting at her dining room table writing. Now when I get writer’s block, I try to conjure up the image of that room so I can feel free to write.
Maybe that’s what I should look for when Jay and I go to sell this house and buy a new place – a writing sanctuary first and a living space as a secondary consideration. I think that would be practical since we are both writers.
I just had to smile, buecase thinking about Erikka’s old place made me pause to look at the environment in which I am writing at the moment. I am in our “computer room” in our ranch house in the burbs of Mpls, it’s dark, I’m at a computer desk which has random unnecessary clutter all about it, and my dog is barking his head off.
Maybe I’ll work on the unnecessary clutter for a bit, and then if I think of anything fascinating to write about, I’ll be back. Thanks for reading! 🙂 Sheila