I made a journey home myself, at the time I wrote this novella..or short novel type story. I have had so much fun writing stories. I think because I have not used any particular rule book either. I made this story because, I had a need to convey something, perhaps impending in the future. When you get vivid dreams, and you never forget those, there is always some sort of message. I have lived my life relatively freely, and am glad, very glad, to have just gone forward from one project to the next without knowing how successful it might be. But, it is the only way to be individual, and expressive. If you feel a lack of confidence, well liken writing a page to a dancer setting out upon an empty dancefloor with sometimes a full audience in tow. Yes, daunting. What kind of moves are you going to make, and will you fall at the first twist or hard step. I have also had that experience. In the middle of a Limon class, I followed instructions to keep the ‘flow’ of the move going and unlike ballet when you turn, to not particularly point, as in make an effort to keep your eyes on a point in the room. I threw myself into the ‘flow’, and landed in a heap on the floor. And to my amazement at the time, not a titter or a laugh occurred, and after the Limon class, everyone at the minibus point gathered around me and I felt accepted. Bit amazing that. Falling over did me the world of good. Everyone is too afraid of failure. I have always loved dance. Today I was feeling like a bit of an elephant in weight and appearance. I am way older now compared to that day, when I was sylphlike and size eight to a ten. I am small too. I am like the little faery thing, that danced in chiffon on a stage. There is something lovely about dance.
Journey Home is still on Amazon in case you never got to read it. Why not give it a go, it is unlikely to kill you like a drug. It gives you fair warning of the possible future. I have made writing, about all sorts of atmospheres and scenarios before. I was well-pleased at passing with an ‘A’ grade at school, but failed to take that result to sixth form and beyond, as plainly and clearly, the art projects took over. The only reason however, I ended up in a Limon dance class was because I had hated my art school initially. I was trying out in the performing art classes, as an easy swap. I had had to audition in a ballet class where I knew only the rudiments of point work, and the teacher had just wanted to see how I moved. I must have done well, as she allowed me to swap the degree I was taking to follow this hint of a need in me. So for six weeks, I was doing Martha Graham technique, and ballet and Limon.. and taking drama classes, and some sort of music foundation element. There was a tutor who tried to show the class going from a titter to rollicking loud rolling over on the floor laugh. That was an amazing experience. I played the blindfolded girl at a party, shouting (as an indicator of change of game) ‘Murder in the dark!’… No one would take the role I had to volunteer being the newbie, and it was amazing to be there playing like a child in a strange place called drama class. I guess I do not scare too easy.
I think going to London was quite a big deal overall. I had have spent quite a few years trying to make it work. I have only realised, that time passes, and there is no slowing that down. So writing about those things made sense. The many stories and there are some more to come. So watch this spot for now.
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