it's 4 o'clock in the morning. and no, i'm not an early riser, per se. i'm just up because i awakened from a nap with a revelation: i haven't blogged in God knows how long. okay, that revelation was helped along by a good friend reminding me of that earlier in the evening. but nonetheless, given the fact that i've been out of the country to The Motherland, Africa, and our most holy and ancient civilization, Kemet (Egypt for the latecomer), and i've had a serious turn of life events over the last year (the year of 40, yippee!, it's about time to get back to this often therapeutic--and hopefully informative--venture.
sure, i've missed this place. after all, i do fancy myself a writer. my energy has been spent as of late finishing a new screenplay, one that i hope will transform the particular genre it fits (ah...more details coming later). i also am learning some of the finer points of Facebook, where i also have a page. i promise, i can't figure out how some people can maintain a presence there on a regular basis AND manage life. they must be a whole lot smarter than i am, for real. there are like a million applications and bells and whistles. i just felt able to stick my chest out because i figured out how to post some pics from my Kemet Trip.
i've met some fascinating people over the last few months, and i've been some interesting places that i'll talk about as i remember. i've missed the energy of blogging, though. i was talking to a fellow artist about the science of writing, and how to make it become an art, and i was speaking about why i like to go to coffee shops. one of the reasons (outside of a good, strong cup of hot motor oil) is that i can feel both surrounded AND isolated at the same time. i'm in the world i'm creating on my laptop or in my moleskine, but i maintain one foot in the real space around me. so i'm connected, but not really. odd place for some, but does anyone feel that, too? it may be almost deliberately rude now that i think of it, but on some level, an artist has to be "in the world, but not of it." something to think about.
i'm coming up on August 14th and a Nashville engagement for my one-man show, "How Blak Kin Eye Bee?" that thing drives me bonkers, schizo, and manic, and i love and live it. it's been 5 years since i did it at home, and i really want to have a great house of people. so i've been calling friends, getting flyers out, recording commercials--all the things people tell me i don't have to do anymore because i'm a "star of a Sony Pictures film."
Yeah. Right!!
i'm having to bust my ass, but i don't mind that. when it's all said and done, my end result will be a contribution to history in the building of a theater building operated by people of African descent--a first in Nashville. i have to raise some money and get this thing off the ground, or die trying.
that said, i'm going to get a few hours of snoozing (still just getting over the jet-lagged-ness), then make the rubber hit the road. i told my wonderful teenage daughter i'd take her to breakfast. i need to buy some eggs and cook them, but hey, maybe the chicken n waffles spot (minus the chicken for us Vegetarians) will have to suffice for now.
peace and hair grease, etc. talk to me.
