The Editor has confirmed he is (of course) in love (with an idea of me), though it doesn't seem he will make it out here after all. At most this is a lovely distraction and I will take it just as that. Though he does have the habit of writing the most intimately reassuring things to me-honestly he knows me not one bit, yet is somehow finding the things to say that I would most want to hear. I can't imagine how or where he is getting these lovely thoughts about me.
I came across an old email thread from a past lover. The love affair was nonsense-really immature and pathetic (on his part, of course). But the email and phone exchanges kept me sane during a really traumatizing 30 days in an immigration nightmare that would very likely have killed me if it weren't for him-in the end said nightmare ended up affirming my need to move to Africa, so it did kill a version of me after all. Reading the messages again, I was not reminded of his immature, pathetic behavior, but instead was struck by all the lovely things he thought about me, and said to me.
There have been many lovely things thought about me, and written, and said to me. Many lovely thoughts.
Right now there is an overwhelming thought I have been avoiding, but feel it is time to look at it head on. This thought, a concept really, may do much to explain so many of my thoughts of late-some lovely, and some, not so much.
I am still struck by all the wonderful people out there in the blogosphere-I'm still so new at exploring this world. I cannot believe some of the exposing things people write about their lives, in such excruciating detail. I just read one blog of a girl who is in the very active throes of a very dangerous depression. How can one write about such things? Reveal such scary, crazy, crazy-scary things? I thought you were supposed to run and hide and bury yourself until you were presentable again. She is in the black, in the deep, deep black, but her honest reflection makes me feel I can be more honest about my grey. I found that blog by
I sent the Editor some very badly written abstracts of three lovely little story ideas that could become a few wonderful and unique children's book novels.....in the right hands, with the right thoughts, strung together just so.
The play I will audition for at the end of the week is "An Ideal Husband". I am panicked by my overwhelming thought and by how all this....exposure, when I've been quiet for so long, will sit with me. But then I check my email and the Editor has sent something sweet and gentle and simple, a side note that makes not feel so worried about what he will say when he reads the abstracts. I am taking shallow breaths* (I think I might suffocate if I breathed too deeply) and cautious steps, because I think that's what Mama Bear would say is the best way to keep Pesky Thoughts at bay.
Just a thought....