Having a day off and nothing to do but house chores and playing with Ephia, my brain started working on its own as usual, looking for ideas, while washing the dishes, while cooking, while eating… it’s a good thing that my mind doesn’t wonder off when I am speaking to my daughter; imagine the mess that could be created.
Anyway, usually when this free time comes along, I slowly organize the things I have to write next, and besides the new interviews coming up, I have to make up an introduction for The human behind the artist, so today my thoughts were only about that. This will go back to stories and storytelling, but I have all these artists, their voices, their stories, their feelings and their art. Although these are not my stories, I feel the need to protect and treat them better than my own sometimes. Other people’s stories are precious and there is a great privilege to have someone grant you their most important memories and let you play with them. Did I say play? No, we are not just playing, we are building a small part of history and I like to think that whenever someone creates something he believes in, it’s like a child playing. Children too get excited while building something new with their cubes, but they also get really frustrated when they are half way through and everything seems to be falling apart, just like grown ups and their own toys, called projects or in this case, my case, other people’s stories.
I spent the entire day frantically searching for the perfect beginning phrase to introduce them, the perfect sentence, the perfect first word and until now nothing seemed worthy of the stories they’ve trusted me with. I have given myself a two days deadline for the first draft and although I think I am just babbling around it, I have a feeling I will nail it by Monday morning.
Meanwhile, stay close, I feel great things are about to happen around here. 😉
