You know, I thank my lucky stars every day that I met Barbara Harris — because I had confidence issues and how do you make your way in the world? I suppose everyone has their way, finds a way. I’m updating some scenes right now for someone who is interested in my stories — how amazing, also, to feel that boost, that support from the universe even though I’m in a foreign country. I just updated a piece from The Year I was Invaded by the Russians about the Russian thief on my Medium— an extraordinary young man who goes on a journey to leave that profession behind.
I keep stretching my wings, keep elevating what I’ve done. That’s a truly great story: The Year I was Invaded by the Russians. Just enchanted. I’m not working on that book, but I can build the world. Share it. Write more about Sonya, too, for sure, that’s more about my journey, in a sense, since she nurtures me as a clown. We spoke about so much…so that’s something else.
“I will break it! I will BREAK the system!”
“No,” she’s firm, “you will not break it.”
The Russian stick massage — Systema — truly, he said to me, you cannot be a warrior with tensions. His monologue, “tonight, you’ll sleep like baby, is so good.” Just him, putting away his whip and sticks, “you will see in time…the change….tonight, you sleep like baby.” And it’s true, I did. I woke up at 4 AM and rose from my bed — I slept, I slept like baby.
I think I’ll make separate blogs for the projects on my homepage so they stay focused. Even in taking out The Year I was Invaded by the Russians, I have more scenes that I can work on and post…just build. I would then write a newsletter update about that and I’ll begin to create my own universe. Share on social. I’ll get better at the exercise. Share lines on Twitter, right, there’s a system to it. I’m working on that. It’s taken me a moment, wondering, ya know, um, should I start putting stuff out there on my own? Instead of trying to get all this published or something, I don’t know. That will come. I’m working on Christmas in Naples is a Sport so. Same thing.
I updated two pieces from The Year I was Invaded by the Russians this week so I’ll share that next week on social. I might as well use these channels. I’ll spend some time this weekend setting myself up so my newsletter can function around all this better. So I can. I’ll get the Barbara Harris stuff up too — just the best.
More so than concentrating on travel. Just cause, I’m looking at social media, like what is this? Sure, I like photos, okay, I’m in Istanbul, but if this is supposed to help me, I don’t know how this does, and The Year I was Invaded by the Russians is a much more interesting story. It’s all about The Year I was Invaded by the Russians. Magic Mouse shit. “This is,” just my face, “Magic Mouse shit?!” Bratan cracking up with shit on his face! I’ll look this up, write a newsletter about that — what? YES. Magic Mouse shit. In the hills of Afghanistan, there is a kind of…wild mouse…
I feel a bit clearer about that.
I’ll set that up.
In Christmas in Naples, I got to Lucio Battisti’s “My Song for Maria.” They welcome me back in song starting with Carmine. Now, I just have to finish that section, since it feels done, but not sure if it is since, technically, it begins with “la la la,” as in Domenico Modugno, that’s the thread…Carmine…with guitar, then he remembers the song I used to sing all the time — Anastasia, the girl who doesn’t remember who she is, to end on la la la in Lucio Battisti, my song, Vico. I could never forget it. I’m not there yet: the end of the la la las. But that’s the idea. That’s reuniting with family, also, in song, because “My Song for Maria” is also for Rosa.
I’ll make myself some tea and see if I can push that a bit more forward this later evening.
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