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| from rebecaa solnit's infinite city--a text i'm reading for the mapping salt lake city workshop. |
i loved what julie wrote the other day about her new commitment to putting all her eggs in one basket.
i have a tendency, too, of putting many eggs in many baskets.
am i hedging my bets?
afraid of going all in and not succeeding?
bored?
distracted?
these are all things i'm trying to tease out.
one thing i know for sure: when i decide to focus on one thing, i suddenly develop an almost irresistable urge to do something else. as soon as i get, for instance, some success with publishing, i suddenly want to open a restaurant. i'm writing a book of poems, and an idea for a screenplay tentacles out of my brain, wraps around that crazy organ, and squeezes.
what is this? a psychological hang-up? adhd? something i should try to tamp out? or a phenomenon i should try to embrace and work with rather than against?
this week, i'm working on many disparate, but somehow connected, projects:
1) final draft of poetry manuscript--in progress for five years now.
2) revision of non-fiction piece for a rad workshop i'm taking on mapping salt lake city for my ph.d program (another project that has given me about a million ideas that i'm trying to reign in.) here's a link to infinite city by rebecca solnit, a text that inspired the creation of this course.
3) setting up interviews with publicists for sundance. did i mention i'm covering the film festival for toronto's the gate?
4) finalizing my intro to creative writing course on canvas.
5) and, with ingrid in town, another tentacle-brained gal, i'm being urged to write a cookbook and start a youtube series.
okay, all you smart people. what does a person do with flailing tentacles? i'm feeling way out of control.
