It’s a perfect Saturday early afternoon in Regina. There’s still enough of the day left to do great things with, but yet, it’s been moving at such a slow lazy pace that nothing really feels urgent. Had a couple of other days like that this week, and I used them to write 16 new pages of ‘Highwaymen’. I have a really great feeling about how today may unfold.
Everything seems focused towards getting more writing done. Doesn’t matter if it’s ‘Highwaymen,’ my feature film, or even this blog. The world continues to churn on all sides of me and I’m floating down the river, kind of oblivious to it all. As long as my nose is down in my laptop, fingers tapping across the keys, making words come out the other end, I’m gonna be alright.
Last night I invited myself over to Shawn’s. He and Cheryl weren’t actually home yet. They were out for supper with Brad and Beth, so I hung out with the babysitter/sister-in-law for half an hour. When they got home, Jess split and we all played cards….
Just figured it out. Cards. The whole point of cards.
Nothing brings conversation out of old friends like a good game of cards. The only time I ever have extended conversations with my family is over a game of cards. The only time I talk to Shawn AND Cheryl AND Brad AND Beth at the same time, is over cards. Otherwise we just divide ourselves into cliques and fall towards our gender stereotypes. Hmmm.
So anyway… we’re all playing cards and as the evening is winding down, Shawn says something that clues me into the fact that he reads my blog. My best friend reads my blog regularly! I was truly touched. We don’t easily admit our admiration and appreciation for each other, except in a manly, almost non-acknowledging kind of way.
Later I got home and opened my email. Someone I’ve never met before, who came to know my blog through my writings on FIBS, wrote me a heartfelt email talking about how much my writing is appreciated. It was a year ago today that I received an award for ‘InJustice’. I consider the receipt of Dejan’s email as high an honour as the one I received last year.
Sometimes we doubt ourselves. Sometimes I wonder if I’m fooling myself… if I’m just delaying an inevitable descent into the real world. Maybe so. But no one is bullet proof. I live and work in a tough tough industry. The little dollops of encouragement I receive go a long long ways towards sustaining me.
Thanks to everyone. I am in your debt.