Open Letter

This is an open letter to you.  You know who you are. You read my blog, yet I believe you have no interest in my creative writing, I feel you are just keeping tabs on me.
I am not an angry, jealous or vengeful person.  Not at all.  I don't like to play games, try to figure out people's angles, or try to pit people one against the other.

I know that blogs are up - up for anybody to see.  I write how I feel at any given moment.  It may be about a pair of shoes I have, or an observation about a person I have encountered.

What you don't know about me could fill volumes of books. What you do know about me is only what I choose to share. 

What I want to share with you is that I in no way wish you any distress, bad fortune.  In fact, I wish you nothing but the very best.  You are successful, accomplished and have great business connections.  That is fantastic.  Your events are the toast of the town and that is so great.  Unfortunately you did not fit me properly, and I decided to leave.

That is all.  Just leave. I did.  And I had no idea you would be so upset.  for that I am sorry.  I will admit that perhaps I should have communicated better, but there are others who prevented me from doing so and help precipitate my departure. 

I will close by wishing you well.  

kaboom

It is not all that is good, pure, white
It is very visual, textural and unseen

Crackling moments of intense conversations
I can feel myself breathing, gasping, listening
Others are mere extras swirling around us when we meet

Undoing
Undone
I am not supposed to be more than what I am
You were never supposed to be anything at all

I am
You are

Craving Creative Space

I have a really great project that I am trying to launch... really great.  So great that I can't wait to get it all out on paper. The only problem that I am currently experiencing is finding a space that inspires me and gets my great ideas that are catalogued in my mind out and flourishing on paper.

I was trying to get my delicious project out today @ home and decided that it was not working.  I just can't seem to get very creative in the small laptop niche that the designer of this townhouse designated as "work space". It is right next to the kitchen cooking space, and that is just not right as far as I am concerned.

I decided to hit up the local coffee house on the North Shore that I like to go to when I want to gawk at celebs or overhear producers talk about their latest projects. So, espresso in hand, laptop juxtaposed on the table, I prepared to let loose.  I figured that I was breathing the very same air as the creative types, so I was in good company.  Let the creativeness flow!  

Not today.  Today I was subject to the back and forth of two very loud 50 something lulu lemon clad "Housewives of North Vancouver". They were dishing the dirt on their absentee friend who was a no-show, talking about their latest shopping conquests, discussing the deals at Costco and generally being super annoying.   So I let out a huge sigh,  collected my stuff and moved to a booth table by the window.

No success here either.  Not 5 minutes into my writing I was joined by a realtor who's cell kept buzzing on the table and he was taking calls and cutting deals in between rapid sips of espresso.  No bueno.

Not that any of this wasn't interesting, it just was not productive.  

I gave up and packed up and headed home.  By then all desire and creativity had literally "left the building" and now I am wondering where I need to go to get this project out of me and flowing.

I am probably giving up too easily.  One location down.  I have only two - well three actually- pre-qualifications for the space I must inhabit to work in.
1.  It must be modern / stylish.  
2. There must be ample espresso available at all times.  And mineral water.
3.  It must be quiet and smell nice.

Ok, perhaps that is 5, but am I asking too much?

I am ending this with a rather large sigh.  Or if you prefer, Les Beaucoup Sighs.