I’m bad at not doing anything. Just being where I am. Like, really bad. I’m easily distracted by sudden, violent needs that send me racing to the store for the lavender shorts. I’ve got a very specific kind of a ADD that reeks of consumerism. But at the O’Neill, guys, there is literally nothing to do but think and read and write. (But yes, there is also running / walking / swimming.) With spotty internet to boot, I’m hoping to really challenge myself to embrace the lack of doing and just be here. I’ve been going and going and doing and doing, and I’m so lucky to get this opportunity to actually slow down, and think my thoughts. Get a lot of reading / writing done, and return a month later fuller and wiser. If I could grow a beard, I would grow one. Maybe I’ll try. But actually, I definitely won’t.
But here are my goals, in list form, so that I might achieve them!
– Rewrite and workshop The Oregon Trail (my purpose here)
– New Draft of Medea adaptation
– finish Together / Apart, or: that time I started to write a really long really sad romantic comedy about my breakup and then stopped working on it because I was just wallowing and I haven’t looked at it in two months and now I can’t wait to read it see what cruel and hilarious things it contains.
– Start and finish a Treatment of The Secret movie
– Do a new draft of Honey, my Lebanese play. What? I have a Lebanese play. Don’t we all? Where’s yours? What have you been doing with your life?
– Start a finish a book of poetry which I just this second decided, which is called Every Boy I’ve ever kissed, in which I write a poem for every boy I’ve ever kissed and discover some truth in the patterns I observe, and also its sequel, Every boy I’ve Never kissed, which is just pictures of hot guys I’ve liked paired with smarmy sentences. Both will soon be available in your local Urban Outfitters, buried deep beneath Bras in a discount bin.
Annndddd…..GO!
Or sit here for four more hours, and stare at the ocean.