The Elementary School

Yesterday’s tales and worker’s thought after the dramm.

Yesterday I didn’t manage much beyond a few paragraphs in the studio and a good rap with Zelda in the office. I sent emails to people, hung diamonds, saw Harriet Mullen read, partied with James, Howie and Cara at a twelve pack bonfire, walked around and around, went to the meditation gongers’ club, and listened to music in my studio while thick blood dripped down the walls until about 2am. When I woke up this morning everything I had written while I was asleep was gone. Burning piles of cured plywood scrap won’t summon wise ghosts, just cancerous silver smoke.

I’m in a way better mood today after sleeping well and having a fairly productive morning – lots of concept jamming re: outlining and mapping characters in time for the major project. I had a thing at camp with Andrew about designing before producing, and how that’s a thing I never really am good at. I never do a pencil sketch, I never do an outline, and I always have to start over because I skipped those steps. I talked to Hildred about how doing this foundational brain work never seems like its productive, because there’s no correlative output in written text to the X hours one might spend figuring out how to frame the text to come, but it is, because that text can’t happen without it. This problem causes my material-results-driven brain to boil, because I feel like I’m not doing anything when I’m planning, and I can’t produce when I don’t. Anyway this is all by way of observation, not complaint. Since this issue has revealed itself to me in this explicit way, I’ve begun to work around it.

I started dreaming again two nights ago, after a solid two month blackout.

I drew on the lawn this morning for an hour and will likely continue when I get back from swimming. I’m going with Lauren and possibly James and others to a reservoir in a little while. It’s 90 degrees out in northern Vermont in September. It’s after the end of the world; don’t you know that yet?

We got sick of Naples, Florida, so we burned it down.

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