Damn the Torpedoes, Full Speed Ahead!!!
What you see here is a stripped-down rendering of a vision I had during acupuncture today. It involved Michael breaking off a lousy piece of torpedo, making said torpedo more aerodynamic and accurate. The torpedo is essentially my self, but more specifically it is my creation mechanism.
The setting of the vision was the parking lot of our commune-ity, smack dab in front of my beater—the one with a black hood in the illustration at the end of the arrow.
For those of you who are less cozy with dreamwork, the body, in dreamtime, is often manifested as a transportation vessel of some sort. In this case, it is my dear Altima, whom—I have realized, I have yet to name and—loves to NOT start when there is an important message waiting in my metaphysical queue.
This message is all about writing. And the message is thus: Once it starts, it runs, and it goes like a charm, SO START.
Only recently did I come to identify myself as writer. I have crates of old journals tempting me to get lost in the flotsam and jetsam of my mind as it was previous to now, but those journals have a distinctly defined endpoint... somewhere around 2009, and though I saw them as extensions of myself while the journals were in use, I never thought of myself as a writer. At some point I stopped, I think now, because there was so much I wrote that I didn't understand and fuck, it was scary.
In April, I was gifted registration to Hedgebrook's Spring Salon and something amazing happened—partly because I am open to amazing things happening, and partly because, hello, it's Hedgebrook! Anyway, what happened is I went in with the intention to clear my fear of writing dialogue specifically as it pertains to my screenplay, and I came out with a play. By the time the Women Playwright's Festival rolled around mid-May a second play was in storage and a short story had just nuzzled—an understatement—in. So now... I identify as a writer.
I identify as a writer because I have four distinct thoughts that have grown in their various directions to become full-fledgling creations with unique shapes and colors all of their own accord. And each is waiting for me to start.